Novel & Cerita Looking Into Your Big Brown Eyes

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

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

I helped steady her as she rose, noticing the fresh tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. Lastly, I moved to my friend, Maeve who had the saddest eyes of all, a dark brown that pools that seemed to hold the weight of the world now. As he opened them slowly and saw our grim surroundings, dread filled his gaze. "I know bro, I know..." I said quietly. "But, it's time to wake up."

Where did I see it? He had those dazzling light-brown eyes that so breathtaking to look at. I looked at him. Right! He's that guy. The one I bumped into at the hallway. The one wearing a bandana. That's why his eyes seem familiar to me, it's been the eye I've been drooling of. He's the one with those brilliant eyes. Okay Kevin, calm down, your're drooling again over him, that so rude of you. This is the second time you did it.

; she said while shaking his hand with a smile. He wished this moment would never end as he looked into her beautiful brown eyes, he had never seen one like that before, not that he hadn't seen brown eyes before, yes, he had seen brown eyes before but he had never seen one as light as this one before. He has to say that those eyes are extremely beautiful, and mesmerising.

“I would like for you to attend dinner with us.” Garrett cleared his throat, his mismatched eyes staring down at me. For a moment, I wondered if people thought the same thing when looking into my eyes. My eyes were an exact replica of Garrett’s. One eye was a light blue, lighter than the sea or sky. The other eye was a rich brown, hints of honey and gold thrown into the mix. The sight was hypnotizing, both eyes bright and unique in their own way.

I stopped stroking her when I thought I might be disturbing her. While looking at Brianna, I wondered again what my daughter would look like if she were alive. Is it possible that, like Brianna’s brown eyes, my child also had brown eyes, just like the color of my own? Until I realized something about Brianna’s eyes. - **** **** .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. **** **** MRS. BEATRICE WATSON’S POV -

We were on the lookout for the red flags that would lead us to the thieves who dared to steal my inheritance and leave my father in the hospital. I turned to scan the room, my eyes hunting for her again. The moment I spotted her, an electric thrill surged through me. Those deep brown eyes—like smooth melted chocolate—were all too familiar. Yes! I knew it was her! I thought, recalling countless nights spent longing for those very eyes from the photo I had received with the mysterious invitation.

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.

KAI I’m such a screwed up asshole. Why can’t I get those damn honey brown eyes out of my head? Her eyes… I never knew brown could be so beautiful. Hers are one of a kind. Okay, why am I even thinking about the color of her eyes right now? I get that they look nice, but I need to get them out of my mind. Not just her eyes, every damn thing about her. What the hell is wrong with me? I never thought a day would come when I’d have to talk myself out of thinking about someone and yet here I am, haunted by her eyes.