Shades Of Brown Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

So was having sex. But this petite human girl hiding in the depth of my large bed looks at me without a single fear in her eyes. She watches me with one of her eyes watching me from underneath her hair, her other eye hidden from me. I'm yet to get the color of her eyes because just yesterday they were the darkest shades of black I'd ever seen, dark as a stormy night's darkness itself. And tonight, they were shades of fading brown color, the type that appears to have rusty green pigment mixed with it. And they were beautiful.

And then there were his eyes. The light shade of brown seemed to appear more often than not in her dreams now, usually in abstract forms. Sometimes it was the colour of a shirt someone wore, or sometimes it was the shade of a painting she could vaguely remember seeing. One way or another though, she always remembered seeing it. And she always woke up terrified whenever that happened. It wasn't fair, she told herself.

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 features were strikingly similar to Miles’, yet… not quite the same. His eyes were different—deep-set, sharply defined, and a cool shade of light brown that almost seemed to glow under the lights. The kind of gaze that made you feel like you were staring into the eyes of a wolf.

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.

"Yes, I have. When you would come over, I'd sit on the couch and pretend to watch the television but really, I'd just stare at the way the light danced off you as you concentrated so hard on those damn bills." "Oh…" I whispered. "What else do you find this average?" he prompted. "My eyes." "Yes… brown you called them. They aren't, you know?" "They're not?" "No, your eyes are hazel. You may not see the green and gold in them, but I do. They turn this bright green when you get pissed or scared. Or they soften to gold when you're… let's say happy," He ended in a wink that told me what he really meant by that.

Werewolves were knows for having, Black, Brown, Red or ocean blue eyes, while Witches were known for having, Brown, Hazel and green, Fae, have Purple and black, Vampire, black, brown and red and I’m the one only to have a different color shade of eyes…yellow. “Go to bed Emery” His voice resounded in my ears. I sighed, turning around, and found my way up to my room. Today was full of drama, and I wondered what the days ahead would be like.

Despite Mary's beauty, everything in Mary is not like the standard of beauty that all women in Hillcester want. Mary's height is no more than 160 centimeters, her skin is brown, her body is a little plump, her eyes are brown and long black curls are the only ones she can be proud of, because, in addition to green eyes, jet brown eyes are also made into the list of rare colors in the city. Only a handful of people have it. Mary is one of them. Most people in Hillcester Town have light brown, or hazel, gray, also blue eyes. So, when a big tall girl who was chatting with her friends suddenly put a sentence that Mary never imagined she could hear in her current state, she spontaneously overreact

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

Even when I forgot the exact tilt of their smiles or sound if their voices I always remembered their eyes. Knew I'd recognize them anywhere. No matter how different they looked. How much they'd aged, I'd recognize those eyes on any face. Ryder's two voids that can swallow me whole. The deep bright green of Hunter's that seem to hold an entire forest. Jeremy's big grey ones that in certain lights almost look to be a dark silver. The hazel of Shade's, the amber flecked with green and blue.