Looking Into Your Big Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

“What am I looking at?” “Their eyes. Specifically eye color.” Christa grabbed the phone. “Okay. Pretty brown eyes. This one has green eyes. This one’s got grayish green eyes. And this one…” She raised her head and stared at Anne. “Bright blue eyes, right?” “What are you saying?” Steph grabbed the phone and looked again.

Caroline My eyes widen in their sockets. I stand frozen to the spot, my gaze meeting Grey’s intense blue eyes. Taking a step back, I swallow hard. My body trembles slightly. As my eyes lock onto his, something flashes across his face—shock, maybe. I want to leave; there's nothing else to wait for, but my body refuses to obey my brain. My eyes linger on the little boy. He’s about five years old—the sharp jaw unmistakable. The resemblance is uncanny. My eyes throb.

And her waking up is scarier, for everyone else. But what I find rather frightening, is that: her big brown eyes, all of sudden, are glowing silver. She's okay, right?

“The injected area still burns.” “Please be careful.” Silence stretched as She peered back at me “I think I like this version of you even though that darker side makes you, you.” I shook my head smiling, bringing my eyes back to her. I've been holding a gaze with her since the nurse excused us to attend to some other patients outside of the ward. I couldn't make out what her eyes curtailed that had me locked on. I always lost myself when I stared into her big brown eyes, the eyes I would lose into that would make me lose focus on getting back home.

Jane asked me looking at my tense expressions with a little frown on her beautiful face. "Yes I'm totally fine," I said with a small smile moving my eyes from her to Satan who was standing behind her. He was looking at me all the time with a look in his eyes. Like he has the power to see right through me and know my deepest secret. I always hated it when his predatory gaze tried to analyse me. His light brown eyes were always set on me, calculating every move of mine; the stares of his light brown eyes never failed to give birth to this uneasy feeling inside me. I couldn't stand his gaze anymore. I averted my eyes from him and gave Jane a slight nod assuring her that I'm fine. Nodding back a

Bia really was the right person to take care of Bian. Two sets of eyes with completely different colors locked onto each other: deep black and clear brown. Though the colors were vastly different, they held the exact same spark, reflecting each other's faces. It was a simple gaze, devoid of any attempt to convey a specific message. They had merely caught each other looking, yet both owners of those contrasting eyes felt as though they were compelled to stand still and soak in the gaze offered by the other.

Smiling, I kneel down, stopping to look at him better. "Are you hungry?" I ask him but when he turns toward me, chills spread down my spine. The boy nods, but I can barely notice it, too preoccupied with his big eyes. Big brown eyes.

Her brown eyes glitters despite her attempt to blend in the crowd,she stood out immaculately. Those brown eyes were staring back at me. My Father tight hand grip shook me hard as the crowd cheers and all I could feel was numb at the sight of her looking at me.

There was something about her bright brown eyes that hypnotized me and left me utterly breathless. She looked drastically different, and I almost doubted that she was the same person. However, she was only recognizable because of her big brown eyes and her habit of biting her bottom lip. Pulling away reluctantly, I let my gaze rake her body. The sight of her was beyond what I had imagined.

Jayden replied without hesitation. I looked at him and realized he was being sincere. His beautiful brown eyes looked at me with a sparkle, affecting me more than I could have imagined. I thought he approached me that day because he liked my body. I never imagined he had seen me cry and was moved by it. My heart raced as I saw his pupils dilate while he looked at me. I lowered my head, breaking eye contact in a vain attempt to escape the sensation. I knew how dangerous it was to let myself feel something for him, but despite knowing I was on the edge of a cliff, the fall seemed increasingly alluring.