Shades Of Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

Usually Blue, Golden and Brown eyes are common here. Alessandro's eye color was magical. When his color changed like the season. His eyes stayed brownish golden when he was calm. But when he got excited or angry, his eyes turned Golden like a Burning flame. " Oh! Yeah. Are they weird? Sorry. I got it from my mother. A drop of blue in the center of silver eyes. I don't like them actually!" I chuckled while checking my eyes. Those eyes that made my life hell. I put the dark brown lenses on my eyes before smiling... " I used to be bullied because of my eyes and me being a human. So I don't keep those eyes exposed!"

I refuse to believe a person does that for another person without holding them in some regard, right? He locks eyes with me. "Brown," my breath catches, he repeats himself. "My favourite colour is brown." "That's too broad. narrow it down, be more specific" I get flustered so, I start rambling say for example, brown, like the colour of coffee after you add milk, or rhe colour of coffee before you even add any milk, or sandy brown, or even Mouse brown......" "Like your eyes, Calista," he says, cutting me off. "I'm very partial towards the colour brown, especially when it comes in that shade,"

"Well, I'm not really into makeup. So, I'm not sure what fits me or not." I could hear his sigh as he tried looking at each available eyeshadow. What is wrong with me, seriously? I'm the only one who feels awkward between the two of us. Could it be because Su-bin's feelings for me weren't strong anymore? "Su-bin," I called him and he looked at me. "Can you recommend something to me?" He remained to stare at me before looking back at the eyeshadows. Then, he carefully took one from the sets. "I think this color would look better on you." He showed me what he was holding. "Since you have brown eyes that tend to have a natural sparkle, I think bronze is the best color for you."

Solenne With a mixture of feelings, I made my way to the restroom. I had the urge to sob for no apparent reason. I never wept! I questioned, "What is going on?" as I gazed into the mirror at my hazel eyes. They were stunning and undoubtedly my best asset. My light brown hair, which had natural red streaks that highlighted my light brown eyes with orange and green undertones, matched my complexion. Everyone assumed I wore contacts. They were primarily my father's eyes with hazel and green, but the hint of red/orange came from my mother. Her dark brown eyes appeared to conceal a little flame behind them. I could only recall that much about them.

The rug was replaced with a replica, and the scent no longer smells of copper mixed with jasmine. “You should probably slow down,” Finn crosses his arms over his chest, nodding towards the bottle. “It’s been a long day, and it’ll be a longer tomorrow if you don’t.” I stare into the vibrant green of Finn’s eyes, picking out the three different shades that make up his irises. The deepest shade is similar to the needles of a Douglas-fir. The mid-colored shade is similar to the whisps on a Western redcedar. And the lighter, most dominant shade like the leaves on a Bleeding heart.

He had brown hair, light-brown eyes and fair skin. Her hazel eyes went to the second man and met his bluish-gray orbs who held her gaze. She already knew him but at that moment she could say that all those magazine covers and features didn’t do him any justice! Looking directly into his eyes, she felt like staring at his soul and him staring back at hers.

“I went to a mixed high school. My father refused to let me take the standard werewolf health classes after I got out of the hospital. He convinced me that I would never shift so I didn’t need to know anything about it.” “Oh, I see.” Lilly sighs. “There are three types of eyes. The dominant and most common type is where the pupil dilates and makes the majority of the colored part of your eyes disappear. Myself, Damian and Lucas all have that type as does half of all wolves.” “The second type,” I interject after Lilly, “is when the whites of your eyes turn black and your wolf’s eyes replace your normal ones. The most common colors you see are shades of amber and brown, but sometimes you see g

When he sees me shyly looking he gives me a soft smile and I quickly look away, embarrassed that I was caught looking. “You can look at me.” His voice is smooth and he carefully moves his hand from my thigh to my chin to tilt my face to look at him. The warmth of his fingers under my chin feels better than I would like to admit. I raise my eyes to meet his. Up close his eyes are even more fascinating. The purple iris is slightly lighter in the middle and he has a darker ring around the edge, making his eyes look like they almost shine with an inner light. “You have beautiful eyes. I have never seen eyes with that color before. I can’t decide if they are green or brown. It seems like they cha

Her eyes furrowing with a small frown, before glowing up again. Ally and I stood there awkwardly, as she seemed to be examining us, well me from head to toe. "Your eyes," she suddenly stated. “What?" Both Ally and I replied at the same time. We exchanged glances as she continued to speak. "What color are they?" She asked still with that intrigued look on her face. "Plain old brown," I replied with an obvious tone. I had seen my eyes a thousand times, and let me tell you, they were as normal and as plain as the rest of the higher population. There was nothing remotely fascinating about them.

“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.