Novel & Cerita Looking Into Your Big Brown Eyes

I want to be focused on her and not get distracted. Her big brown eyes burn a hole into me, veiled by her long lashes. She has high cheekbones and thick, pouty lips. Everything about this woman speaks to me, and I want to respond back. I want to get into bed with her and show her how important she is to my life. I know I can’t do any of that, and it’s killing me.

EMMA'S POV Loving and deadly stares. Stares that eat up the soul but does not consume. Glances that make the butterflies in my belly flutter furiously. These are the words to explain how his brown pupils stare at me every time we get a chance to talk or seat side by side.

Aniya felt like more tears had started gathering in her eyes when finally her gaze got collided with those dusky brown eyes of his. Those dusky brown eyes which she had been dying to see in these few hours. She was just about to feel grateful after seeing him in front of her but her happiness faded before she could even feel it properly when her eyes fell on those deep bruises and cuts all over his face.

her smell Invading me. "Yours are more beautiful.i have never seen anything like it.its like staring into another dimension.on one eye,the brown one is like the warmth of an everlasting hearth. It's beautifully deep and velvety.it is rich and soft, just like chocolate.and on the other eye,the blue is so pale,it's almost translucent. it's so beautiful and unique.I could stare into it for eternity.``.. "Did you just scrutinize my eyes".I chuckle.smiling shyly,she ducks her head.red tinting her cheeks.

He stood up and walked over to her dresser, picked something up then came back to her bed. “Do me a favor okay….” He held up what he’d gotten, her mirror. He held it up in front of her. “Look at your eyes, closely.” She snarled her nose at him but did it anyway. She looked at her eyes. They were a beautiful bright blue color, and today they were….. still a beautiful bright blue color. “Why am I doing this??” She asked. “Keep looking.” Alan told her. So she did. She stared at her eyes and then suddenly, she did see something.

A woman like that would never look at me more than once. Speaking of eyes, she had beautiful eyes. I admired those who had brown eyes a lot. It was my favorite tone; it reminded me of an autumn afternoon, with leaves falling to the ground. And the kind of brown in that woman's eyes was unique. A burnt tone, but slightly pulled to the gold. It was almost Jessy, almost yellowish, but it was still brown. It was still brown dry leaf color, and matched perfectly with the dark and outlined eyebrows.

especially his eyes, which pull a reddish hue to his irises, blending them into a brown tone. He doesn't seem out of this world at the moment. "They say that more than crying for those who are far from home, she cries for those who are lost." Kevin looks at me, and I notice that his eyes glow an intense yellow that frightens me and makes me take a step back, "Those who have lost themselves."

For little Miss Camy to have so much faith in me was… Well, I didn’t know how to handle it, so I found myself just staring at her as she went on about my fucking eye color. “They’re usually a lighter, golden brown. More of an orange-red-yellow really. Like a deep citrine. But now they’re just flat bullshit brown.” God, I didn’t know what to do with her intense scrutiny of my eyes either. It was causing this strange pressure to bloat in my chest, which was overwhelming and slightly uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t a fan. She needed to stop seeing so much of me.

His face was once more expressionless, though his eyes flicked toward Brian, still humming happily. 'Move on? No way. You'll only ever have eyes for me.' Brown covered his smirk with his hand as he chewed. ***

"What do you need? What are you saying?" Her eyes flutter open, seemingly normal again. But when she turns to face me, I can see that her irises have turned from soft brown to scalding bright blue. The kind of blue that suggests power. Supernatural power. It's like time itself is in her gaze and now she's just looking at all of us like we're her subjects.