Eyebrow Length Novels & Stories

“There’s just something fascinating about you.” “Stop talking and eat.” “You know when you smile, the corners of your lips raise up a little. Not all that high though cause it seems like you’re always trying to repress your smile around me. But whenever you decide to be comfortable and actually smile, it raises all the way up in the most adorable manner. Like your cheekbones come to life and your eyes become tinier I’d mistake you for an asian if didn’t know better. Your eyebrows too. You have this naturally perfect carved eyebrows and whenever you’re smiling, they magically become thinner. And you know the craziest part, though they become thinner they still have that perfectly carved shape

Then I let Pearl help me do the makeup. Soon, she helped me put on my makeup. Looking at myself in the mirror, I opened my eyes in shock. She used an eyebrow pencil to slightly lengthen my eyebrows. After the eyelashes were curled, she brushed them with mascara, which made my eyelashes curled and long, like a thick small fan. My eyes were faintly outlined by the black eyeliner, which makes me look smart and vivid. The light orange blusher on my cheeks made me look energetic. She also painted my lips with orange lipstick. Was that me in the mirror?

My eyes grew wide as I was stunned by the picture that was captioned "El heredero de un Imperio." The man had olive skin and extremely defined features. His jawline was sharp and squared with a defined square chin. His smooth and thin nose leads to his medium lips, and his upper lip was shaped by a soft yet defined cupid's bow. Like his father, his eyebrows were medium in thickness, but they went down at a slight angle on the ends. His hair was dark and almost faded, with enough hair on top to show his natural curls. He had a light stubble that went down to his mid-neck. What stood out to me the most were his eyes. They were narrow in shape and a hypnotizing shade of gray that stood out, alm

Claire could see the man's beauty beneath the lamppost's illumination. His height was the first thing she noted. His broad shoulders were virtually level with his height. He was like five feet six inches tall. His blue eyes stood out with circular blue flames. He had solid brows and lengthy eyelashes covering them.

The person on the screen was a Mexican American handsome man with long black shiny hair tied on a ponytail and two strands hanging from the left and right side of his face. His pointy nose, eyebrows with the left eyebrow having an upward v cut. Long lashes and blue eyes. His upper body that was visible to them was broad and it was easier to deduce that his body size was slightly larger than Juma’s. Yet, despite his white skin color, Juma, who was darker, was more handsome than he was.

I answered. “Again? But we should be enjoying this day at our village.” His thick brows knotted. His right eyebrow has a scar, that’s why it has a small patch where hairs won’t grow. He got it when we were young, and I remember that time when he realized that the hair won't grow back again, he stayed at their house for many days. “I think it’s cool. You look strong.” “Really?” Since then, he was very proud of his scarred brows.

“I’m Becca Oberto. It’s nice to meet you.” Brawn turned his attention her way again and she stared up into the darkest blue eyes she’d ever seen. They reminded her of a night sky, so dark, but with just a hint enough of blue to be striking. His eyelashes were extraordinarily long and black, matching his hair. The feline shape of his eyes was remarkable and beautiful. His irises weren’t round like a human’s. They were oval, similar to a cat’s and they were breathtaking. She was so caught up in studying his features that she didn’t notice anything was wrong until he smiled and amusement sparked in his gaze before he glanced down.

“Her face is narrower at the chin. Not sharp, but defined.” The pencil moved. “Her eyes,” I added, more certain now. “They’re not large, but they hold. Dark. Not flat. There’s… depth in them.” The words came easier as I continued. “The bridge of her nose is straight. Slight curve near the tip. Her lips—” I stopped briefly, then continued, “They’re not full, but they’re not thin either. Balanced.” The man kept drawing. I didn’t look at the page. I kept going.

Yrah couldn’t help but admire his handsome face. His lashes were long and thick. She was envious of them. Maybe it was the way his lashes framed his eyes that made them look so piercing. His eyebrows—inky and a little bushy in the inner arch, dark brown to complement his green eyes. His long, straight nose had a slightly downturned tip; his square, superhero jaw, and those sensuous lips that she did love to kiss. Even the thin burn scar that started halfway down his cheek and ended just before his collarbone was a part of what made his face special.

His face now looks somewhat peaceful compared to how it was before the surgery. His eyebrows are thick. They look perfect for his face. I look at the closed eyes and remember their stormy gray color. His eye lashes are so long! I scoff and wonder why he would need long lashes. Maybe I could get some scissors and cut them. He won't know I did it. Right?