Looking Into Your Big Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

The blue of his eyes clashed with my brown ones as we were suddenly thrown into a starring competition. I couldn't help the shudder that passed through me as I stared into those blue eyes that looked like they were about to devour me. Our breaths were almost loud enough for everyone in the diner to hear.

When Eliot Grabbed Keisha's Arm, Their eyes met. Keisha had big brown eyes that could catch any man's Attention. After that, there was complete silence. No word was spoken, No Action was made, just intense eye contact. It felt like, a moment of pure Magic. Certainly, they are fated to be together. Eliot slowly loosen up his grip on Keisha's Arm. He couldn't say anything after that. He let go of Keisha then took two steps back. Keisha lowered her eyes.

Chapter 4 AMBER'S POV Through my bloody and battered face , i managed to see the Boys everyone was paving the road for. They were simply beauty. Their faces seemed carefully sculpted by the greatest sculptor, they all had brown hair. One had the deepest Jade eyes I had ever seen and in those eyes was a cold look, the other had dark eyes, dark eyes that had a sense of mysteriousness to them and the last who had a little smile on his face had warm brown eyes that made me feel sick with the desire to look into them.

Nora remembered Alexander was always captivated by her legs As she slipped into the dress, she loved how it highlighted her figure, enhancing her confidence. The way it hugged her curves made her feel powerful, and ready to face any situation. The dark hue brought out her eyes and complemented her skin tone perfectly. For her makeup, she decided on a bold yet classic look. She began with a flawless base, carefully blending her foundation to achieve a natural glow. Her eyes received attention next, and she opted for a smoky eye with a touch of shimmer, making her brown eyes pop. She lined her eyes delicately with black eyeliner, enhancing their shape.

Who are you? There is a little space between my face and hers. And when our eyes meet I know I don’t want this dream to end. Her dark brown and almond shaped eyes are looking straight at mine. As I continue to stare at her eyes, it’s weird how I see flowers. I see little yellow flowers in her eyes. Those bright yellow flowers gradually changed into an image of a sun shine. As I continued to stare at her eyes it made me feel like it is 7AM and I can imagine myself walking at the beach under the sun. You’re here.

It's the dance floor all over again. His hands' drop mine. I'm free to go. I can go. I should go. I don't go. His features are enthralling, I can't stop staring. I should stop staring. I don't stop staring. And then he blinks twice and keeps those eyes open. Hazel brown. I could get lost in these. I think I already am. They're passing a warning. His eyes are screaming to get the hell out of here. Then I catch it. His control slipping. He groans a second time and my eyes screwed shut.

But the Moon Goddess has another plan for me. I turn my attention to the source of that mouth-watering scent—my mate. My eyes lock with the most incredibly gorgeous brown eyes I have ever seen. They are so dark they appear to be black. She stares at me, and I do the same. As a slave, I know I don't have the right to look into her eyes, but even if I want to, I can't tear my eyes away from her.

"Or perhaps I'm going my own way, living my own life on campus and just happen to be going the same way with you." "Ah. Isn't that rich? You just happened to be every single where I've been in the last 4 days." "So you noticed," he raised his eyes up to meet mine and I held his gaze for a while looking straight into his eyes before looking elsewhere. No way i'm looking into that honey pot which was his brown eyes for so long. His brown eyes narrowed into tiny slits and I just couldn't tell what he was thinking and the way he looked at made me feel like a piece of meat up for inspection.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

There is no coating, looking into his eyes you can feel all his raw emotions. The carnal needs, everything is wiring in his honey-kissed brown orbs, which are turning a shade darker with each passing second. " Don't look at me like that, Iris. " And I did exactly the opposite of that. ---------------------------------------------------- Vote Comment Share