Novel & Cerita Honey Brown Eyes

She can't still pinpoint his category- newborn, master, or elite, other than that he is a vampire. She remembered her eyes before everything had gone black; they are the most beautiful ones she has come across. They are not dull brown or dark brown. It's a balance in between which can only be described as the color of honey. Honey brown that is so light she could see the specks in his eyes.

GRACE Whatever trance he had found himself in broke just as fast as he fell into it. He was quick to catch me up again, matching my stride as best as he could, "No-one has ever mentioned my eyes before." I shrugged, "So no-one finds it weird that they're purple sometimes and a honey brown others." "Yours turn obsidian at times and then they turn to this bluish gray," he pointed out. It made me feel a little less awkward that I had put so much time into analyzing his eyes because clearly he did the same.

I like it! I still wonder what this means though. I make a mental note to ask my father about this later. Since I turned 18 my eyes have been changing colour. I was born with deep, dark brown eyes. But from the morning of my 18th birthday, when I opened my eyes, they were slightly lighter and had honey-coloured swirls in them. With each passing year they became more yellow. Now at age 24, they are completely amber coloured. But now, they look like glowing embers. I wonder why they are glowing?

mumbled Sumico to herself, slightly frowning her forehead. Sumico took out one pair of the contact lenses, which was in their box. She opened that contact lenses box. She was now seen frowning her forehead even more deeply. “Dark brown contact lenses? Contact lenses are usually white so that we can see clearly and brightly. These ones are dark brown… It seems that Hanny wears these contact lenses not to see clearly and brightly, but… but... but… I think… she wants to conceal the real color of her eyes. What… What… What’s the matter with her actually?” Sumico couldn’t stop mumbling to herself.

She looks stunning. Her eyes are so big and perfect. I love their unique color, brown with a spot of blue. The blue isn't a dark blue. It is light. It's like an open window viewing the blue sky in a sea of brown. Her hair has gotten longer. I wish her sandy waves were spilling down her back like they usually did but having her hair up gives me a clear view of her face. She is wearing a thick black hoodie, jeans, and plain sneakers, but she looks like a queen.

Up! My lips parted away as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Is this me? " You look gorgeous!" The makeup artist said. Well, I can't deny. This is the first time I am feeling better seeing my face. Those brown eyes look lively. I hated those eyes because most of my friends have blue or hazel eyes. They look beautiful. But... " I didn't wear any lenses, right?" I asked for confirmation. My eyes are looking beautiful. " No. You have dark brown eyes. They are beautiful."

He didn’t respond to me and he pulls me closer to him wrapping his arms around my waist. "So, are you from here?" I asked wanting to start a conversation with him. He looked down at me and nodded. "Oh, that’s great. I am also from here." I said. There was silence between us as we continued to dance. I was dying to ask him the obvious question but I wanted him to say something first before I ask the question. Wait for a while I realized he wasn’t going to talk. "What color are your wolf eyes?" I finally asked. He doesn’t answer to that and the moment it was time to switch partners, he turned me around and whispered in my ear "Brown."

I rub my eyes, and finally get to the living room to see who the other person was. I've never seen this man in my life. He has dark hair, and a beautiful shade of brown eyes. It's not a deep brown, but a creamy chocolate kind of brown. His eyes are on me, and they break from my eyes and take me in fully. I'm quiet and take in a deep breath. I can finally make out what that smell really smelt like. Pine cones. The woods.

These were not here the last time I was free, but I never find it hard to get used to anything. I place my hands on the counter and look into my cracked, hazy mirror as I bite at my lower lip. I can see a pair of large, heavy eyes stabbing a stare at me in the mirror, their appearance seeming to have changed from its normal hazel color to slight brown. They are eyes that have seen more than they wish to see—eyes that have cried a river

Paul made a fire and now roasts something on a stick. While he isn't looking in my direction, I find myself staring as leftover tension churns within me. The light from the fire has just the right angle, highlighting Paul’s dark eyes with sparkling waves. His jawline is very sharp, and his eyes are gray. Ok, not simply gray. Like the color of the earth when it is in need of more water and you feel compelled to provide the nourishment it craves, or the color of dark honey, extremely sweet and just a touch bitter.