Looking Into Your Big Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

Seeing they were still closed, I continued– Hold on, did I say open eyes? My eyes widened and my eyes diverted to his eyes almost immediately. Truly, his eyes were open. He was staring at me and I was doing the same. His eyes shone brown due to the light that shone on his face. My hand hung in the air over his lips and I saw him raise a brow.

It was nice that Jeff quickly caught me before I could land on the floor. His right hand was behind me…. While his other hand was placed on my shoulder. Jeff stares deeply inside my eyes, and the world immediately seems as if it freezes. Nothing else matters to me right now…... except staring deeply at Jeff's beautiful brown eyes. I never knew brown eyes were this beautiful until I stared deeply at his eyes. This is the first time that Jeff and I are this close. His lips were Damm pink. His eyes glitter and something seems to flicker in them.

Her eyes furrowing with a small frown, before glowing up again. Ally and I stood there awkwardly, as she seemed to be examining us, well me from head to toe. "Your eyes," she suddenly stated. “What?" Both Ally and I replied at the same time. We exchanged glances as she continued to speak. "What color are they?" She asked still with that intrigued look on her face. "Plain old brown," I replied with an obvious tone. I had seen my eyes a thousand times, and let me tell you, they were as normal and as plain as the rest of the higher population. There was nothing remotely fascinating about them.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the giant ninety's styled door of the church. Soon, the door opened and there she was standing, looking like all godess. Justin looked at her way and the first thing that caught his eyes was her eyes. He was just looking at her eyes! "Those eyes, you never noticed them before, did you? Just look that pair of eyes. How deep they are. As if, as if it helds the entire universe. Those beautiful brown eyes looks like, looks like they hold some kind of pain. Some kind of...." the angel inside him was trying his best to bring out the positivity in him.

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

His eyes become level with mine and I gasp, studying them. His chocolate eyes are now glowing a lighter brown color. It was amazing, the way the light emitted power and highlighted his pupils. He studies my reaction, letting me look at him and take him in. I lift my own hands and rub just below his eyes, focusing on the dark flecks mixed in with the light glow. “They're beautiful,” I whisper, watching the dark glow blink at me.

“...just breath with me. In and out. Inhale. Exhale. Slowly. Focus on my eyes and only my eyes and don’t think about anything else." Brandon. I do as I’m told and it’s starting to get better because now I finally see his eyes. That eye. Are they even real eyes? I know they’re dark brown because I’ve seen them before but in this light, they are golden green-like even though it’s impossible. They are so fascinating that all I can do is stare.

I immediately kick back into his shin, and he cries out in pain. But…wait. Something is wrong. Making very sure that there is no room for him to make a single move, I search for his eyes. They are a deep dark chocolate brown that is glimmering under the moonlight rushing through the open windows above. I do even dare go as far and say that there is a smile behind the sparkle that they hold.