Honey Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

Her hair was pulled into a sophisticated low bun, silky tendrils framing her face like wisps of a dream lost, and a tiny diamond choker accentuated her neck and caught the light with every breath she took. Still, her eyes really caught my attention. Rich brown and vivid orange, they reflected the colours of a burning sunset—deep, soulful browns overlaid with brilliant, fiery bursts that seemed to change with her every feeling. These were the eyes that could hold secrets older than suffering itself and strip you bare with a glance.

I say, Still not believing my eyes. “Hunji!” I say again this time flying down the stairs and into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck. “It’s good to see you too little one,” He laughs setting me down on my feet. Holding me at arm’s length by my waist, he takes me in. I suddenly notice his eyes. No longer dark pools of black. Instead, golden honey brown “Your eyes… their beautiful,” I tell him, stunned at the stark difference.

“Rob Zhao. I appreciate you giving me an opportunity to meet you.” His hand is warm, and he shakes mine with careful regard. This close, I can see his eyes are an unusual and striking honey color, the irises darkening at the edge to a rich chestnut brown. Something about them eases my nervousness, replacing it with a different agitation I haven’t felt in years. It must show on my face because his smile widens as he releases my hand.

The retired couple, the Bennetts, moved into the lake house with quiet determination. Harold, a former accountant in his late sixties, saw the property as a peaceful place to spend their golden years. His wife Margaret, a retired librarian, fell in love with the lake views and the potential for a small garden. They unpacked slowly, filling the rooms with books and photos of their grown children. I watched from the shadows, my form bound to these walls, unable to step beyond the front porch no matter how I strained.

Hints of copper and honey swirled within them, sharp and piercing. Her eyes were amber, like that of a...vampire.

Her long black hair spread out onto his arms, covering the pillow. Her eyes as she stared into his was that of a very light hazel-brownish. It was such a light brown, that when the sunlight shines on them, they appeared yellowish. His eyes was a lot darker than hers, but in his eyes. He could only see her and that smile she had for him.

I soaked in all of his beautiful features. Then I saw them. The slits in his eyelids cracked open slowly, his smile becoming more prominent as his stunning and warm hazel eyes met my chocolate-brown ones. It reminded me of when we were at my hidden oasis back home, and he commented on occasion that every time he looked into my eyes, it always made him want candy afterward. My eyes were uniquely my own. They were big, doe-like eyes, a rich chocolate brown, but they had a sliver of caramel around the centers.

, I would be lying if I said I wasn't starting to feel unnerved by the incidents that had been occurring. With a serious expression, he went on, "Trust me, I've spent a long time memorising every detail of your beautiful face. I'm sure. Your eyes are hazel usually, with a band of amber around your pupil. It blends into green with a couple of flecks of brown and finally there is the thinnest band of blue around the outside.", I must of been looking at him like he was crazy because of the grin that he flashed. "Your eyes now, are pure liquid gold, the colour of clear honey.", Brodie continued to look at me with awe and pride. "It's an honour to be first one to see them. It's rare that anyone e

Nanlalaki ang mga matang napatingin ako sa kanya. Round, big piercing brown eyes are studying me and I think someone gutted me. It's the most beautiful eyes that my eyes meet. It's a unique combination of honey and nature. The darkness only made her orbs shine brightly and I'm mesmerized. Lost in her eyes and the warmth it gives to my soul. What's with this woman and her fucking brown eyes? "Oh my God!"

greeted her with a small nervous smile. "Hi," I replied shortly. I had no idea what she wanted, but I hoped she ran along as soon as possible because I wasn't in a good mood. Instead, she took a seat beside me on the bench. "Your eyes are pretty." "They're brown." I furrowed my brows, clearly not knowing where this was coming from. "Fifty point three percent of the world has brown eyes. It's nothing special." I mentally smacked my head for mentioning the exact percentage, now she was either going to think I was a freak or call me a nerd.