Honey Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

With freshly faded hair at the side of his oval-shaped face and tight ringlets of lively black curls at the top, he certainly wasn't a bother. It was hard to know whether he noticed I was even there. His long, dark lashes curled upwards and sheltered his eyes that were trained down to the floor. His eyes were oddly enchanting. So brown that they drizzled to an almost fiery red, like honey. Golden sunlight filtered through the cracks in my blinds and melted against his smooth brown skin. He was enough to leave me breathless and I was choking.

× Trix × I move a little closer to her, not enough to make it weird, but close enough to really look at her. I mean, really look at her. Her hazel brown eyes are staring at the mural, and the way the light hits them makes them even more intense. They shift between shades of brown, gold, something I can’t even name and I realize I’ve never actually taken the time to notice her like this. Her jawline is sharp but soft at the same time, fitting weirdly into her face, but in a way that works.

— In my eyes, you are — I whisper back. It looks like he’s at a loss for words. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps the eye contact, which somehow makes me happy. His eyes are chocolate-brown, like a warm cup of hot chocolate or fresh coffee. There’s a golden touch in them that gives a sweetness like caramel or honey. Sometimes they look empty, but other times they’re intense. I turn fully onto my side to get more comfortable, tucking my hands under my head. A few strands of hair fall across my face, but before I can brush them away, another hand appears.

Robin’s eyes softened. “Well, you're not missing out when it comes to fruit loops. I can tell you that.” She laughed. Suddenly, I felt the presence of a pair of eyes on me. The feeling was intense and I looked around subtly,trying to find the person staring at me so intently. Instinctively, I looked up. There, perched on the railings like a cat was a guy with brown curly hair and the most beautiful pair of heterochromic eyes I'd seen. One part green, the other amber.

But I won’t be so lucky every time. Since we’re true mates; and royalty, our children will be quite strong princes or princesses. “Your eyes are unusual.” The healer, whom I’ve learned is named Rosanne, spoke as she flashed a light back and forth between my eyes. “What do you mean?” I asked. I blinked a few times when she took the light away. “Well, nearly all werewolves have dark brown eyes. Yours are very bright. They’re more.. golden than anything.” She said. She checked a few things on her checklist and looked at me.

My hands were fisted on crisp pale blue shirt, as I realised I was in arms of someone. Readily, I pulled myself away as strong arms left my waist. "stai bene?" My breath hitched for a second when I looked up. I never thought that brown eyes would look this much gorgeous. Holy fish they weren't even brown. There was little light in them, should I say hazel? Just like copper against honey, the colour of Earth after it rains. And the perfect high cheekbones that I wanted to had so badly. My eyes travelled down when a wide grin of beautiful lips came into view.

♞—Lorenzo Hazel eyes, hazel cat eyes... a combination of brown, green, and gold. I have never seen a woman with such eyes. They were unique, almost attractive. They were one of the best indicators of how much trouble she can be. They're piercing, intense, and honest. They show a lot of things, but they also hide a lot of things—for instance, her fear. Her eyes mesmerized me, I couldn't get them out of my mind. They contrasted perfectly well with her strawberry-blonde hair.

I can’t help but think how I would like to be the one to take care of her. Our eyes lock and I find myself getting lost looking in the depths of her honey-brown eyes. I never noticed this soft ring of gold around the iris that adds even more warmth to her eyes. Her cheekbones are so defined and her bronze skin speaks of a long and rich heritage. Her lips look soft - the colour of mocha - and I wonder if they taste like it too.

I subsequently responded, "It's Hazel brown." "It's also very rare for Asians who were naturally born with a pair of brown eyes color to acquire such cases unless it is hereditary. This case is unlikely to occur since brown-eyed Asians have more melanin in their iris. Compared to those who were born with blue eyes, well, those cases are prone to such." He looks back to my patient chart once more before returning to me, "Did you happen to have some kind of a traumatic experience like an accident causing any harm with your eyes?" he asks.

"What would you gain from befriending me?" Barbie, who was there with them, had stared at him with those bright brown eyes. Then she said in what seemed like amazement, "Your eyes. It's a rare color." Kieran stared back at Barbie, dumbfounded at that time. True, his eyes were rare. A pair of coffee brown eyes with blue rings around the irises. It's a rare color, indeed.