Eyebrow Length Novels & Stories

But his face— God, his face. Rough jaw covered with a day’s worth of dark stubble. High cheekbones that could cut glass. A mouth set in a hard line that suggests smiling is not something he does often or easily. His hair is dark, almost black, and slightly too long, like he couldn’t be bothered with regular maintenance. There are lines around his eyes that speak of squinting into sun and wind, of years spent outdoors in conditions that would break softer men. A small scar cuts through his left eyebrow, pale and thin, old enough to have faded but still visible.

Elliot is a twenty-three-year-old with dark, straight hair; he's about 6 '2 feet tall with a huge masculine body. He has a somewhat oval face with a cute well of dimples sitting comfortably on his two-minute; his dimple shows t, he exclaimed, but there wasn't to his smile. His grey eyes had the bluish hue of sunlight upon the slate, with a hue so softly grey that they could have been pencil drawn. They had that look of birds flying on sunlit days, the shine and quick movement, yet relaxed, purposeful, and at ease.

I could never get tired of gazing into those captivating eyes. His long lashes were something every girl would envy—naturally long and curved, perfectly framing his doe-like eyes. His thick eyebrows, the kind that could make anyone swoon, were knitted together as if he were in the middle of a bad dream. His lips were slightly parted, and the soft rhythm of his breathing was calming.

His features were so pretty that it felt as if God carved them Himself. Lina was stunned. She would secretly read romance novels when she was in middle school, and they would always describe the male lead's eyebrows to be sharp like a sword and eyes big like stars. She thought the description was unrealistic. It must be the authors' imagination! However, today, at that very moment, she suddenly felt that the description really existed. The man was approximately 1.9 meters tall. The petite Lina had to lift her head to look at him and couldn't help but notice the subtle display of his chest muscles beneath his white tee. His arms showcased well-defined muscles, exuding strength.

She should just get done with this soon and be on her merry way. She noticed the slight crook on the bridge of his nose as if it was broken once. It was barely perceptible but due to their proximity, she noticed it. He had beautiful lashes, they were thick and long and dark black. His brows were also thick, in a straight shape. His brows demand appreciation from her which she acknowledged in her mind only. He had that kind of brows that would make him look more handsome in anger. This was the first time she was looking at him properly.

I could dare say our height difference would be close to a foot. So, Selena looked little beside him. His thoroughly bald head glistened as he walked toward Selena and me. After bowing in respect to his leader, his sharp, dark gaze fell on me. As I returned his stare while admonishing myself to remain calm, I noticed a scar that ran horizontally above his eyebrows. The mark made his eyes seem bigger than usual. Or maybe it was his incessant glaring that made his eyes seem bigger. Either way, his prolonged sight was starting to make me feel uneasy.

"And their faces were so close! Like he was trying to have a taste of his majesty's lips that even us didn't have yet!" "What does this bold one look like?" "I saw him during that incident. He got a pair of narrow eyes with long eyelashes. He also got a mole under his left eye. His nose has a high bridge and the tip is pointy. His lips aren't too thin nor thick, just right. His long hair is in a braid but some strands escaped. He got a fair complexion and---" "Are you perhaps describing your ideal man?" "No, no. I am just describing what my eyes saw. In any case, just for you ladies to know, he got a mole under his left eye."

It's been a long time since she saw her reflection, she didn't have the chance to because she was busy. Ramina has a natural contoured hairline making her face look intimidating, angled eyebrows that made her look like a rich momma, angled cheekbones that everybody can notice even far from her, a small pointy nose which she got from her mother, pointed chin that was perfectly suit her and lastly, her biggest asset, her pearlique lips which accentuates her lower lip. Pearlique, by accenting the two teardrops shapes more youthful, the voluminous effect is achieved. It perfectly complements her look.

I leaned forward and visualized him as Serra. His hair grow messily long, his square face elongated to oval, his turned-up nose narrowed and formed a barely perfect straight bridge, his chapped purpled lips smoothen and turned reddish heart-shaped and his scattered brows converged forming a thick and angled pair of brows that framed glaring cold eyes.

It went all the way from the bottom of my eye, across my cheekbone, and to my jaw, it was a pinkish-brownish color and about two inches wide. It took a lot out of me to actually wear makeup on my face today. It’s usually just a mask but I didn’t want to scare her with my cheek or lie to her in case she saw it. This scar is my last good and a bad memory. I don’t think she’s ready to know about it. I noticed my hair had grown a little. It’s about two inches now.