Novel & Cerita Shades Of Brown Eyes

I widen my eyes as I realize who those men were. “Love, these are my brothers. Shawn and Sawyer.” Sam introduces his brothers, proudly. They looked identical. They smelled the same. But their eyes were somehow different from each other. All of them had this tint of green in their eyes but the difference was the shade of brown in their gazes. Shawn had this beautiful deep shade of brown in his eyes that reminded me of chocolate. While Sam had this amazing chestnut shade in his gaze. And Sawyer had these gorgeous honey eyes. I was amazed by their beauty.

Her long black hair spread out onto his arms, covering the pillow. Her eyes as she stared into his was that of a very light hazel-brownish. It was such a light brown, that when the sunlight shines on them, they appeared yellowish. His eyes was a lot darker than hers, but in his eyes. He could only see her and that smile she had for him.

And set my shades on my head. “You good, Cuz?” He asks, curiously. He knew that I’d been looking for her too. I nod. He looks at me, skeptically. “You sure? Because your eyes are grey.” Oh! Shit. I have no idea why. But my eyes change color depending upon my mood. Grey when I’m horny. Green when I’m pissed off. Brown when I’m sad. And blue when I’m happy. I know, weird right? I give him a stern look, like: ‘Leave it alone, Vic!’ I put my shades back on. He throws up his hands in surrender.

Ranking from his built body up to his handsome facial features specially his well sharpened jaw lines and his dark eyes. I have seen all colors of irises but his are different and very beautiful. The light brown shade made up the middle part of his eye balls and surrounded by it was a dark shade that appeared like the color of the midnight sky. They appeared so beautiful but behind its beauty laid danger and darkness that didn't seem to be hidden from me.

Chloe snapped her fingers in front of my face. "That confirms it" Crystal stated like it was the best news she had heard so far "Oh I can hear wedding bells already" Whoa. Pause. What?. That is way too far. "What do think their babies will look like?" Crystal asked dreamily. "They will probably have Kamara's awesome brown skin and Chris's hot blue eyes and the girls must have that awesome body and great behind that will make guys ask for death" "Ladies please" I put my hands over my ears "nothing of that sort will happen"

Then came the brow pencil, a soft taupe shade that matched her natural brow color perfectly. She brushed her brows upward first, then used light, deliberate strokes to fill them in. The effect was subtle, but exactly how she wanted it. They framed her face with precision that was modest. For her eyes, she reached for her mini eyeshadow palette, a travel-size quad with earthy tones—champagne, bronze, terracotta, and a warm brown. She swept the champagne shade across her lids with a flat brush, then blended the terracotta into her crease with a fluffy blending brush.

She could not see more than blurry shapes and vague colors without them. Her eyes were different now too. No longer the striking Cross blue that had made Monica perform surgery on a six-year-old. Now they were dark brown. Her natural color. The color she was born with before her mother decided to play God. Angel turned away from the mirror to look at Ayven. Those brown eyes focused on him clearly through the thick lenses.

He told me. Every elder at the table has light eyes. Light blue, light green, light hazel, and even a light purple almost like mine. The guards around them had brown eyes, almost milk chocolate in color. Whereas Al had dark eyes as well as the men wearing black combat boots and uniforms. It was like the color of eyes ranked your strength. If Al is in the lower end, I can't imagine the strength these lighter eyes have.

"Open your eyes Brownie and look at me. Look at me and tell me that you didn't do it. Look at me." His eyes slowly fluttered open and I was lost in an abyss of black, searching desperately for some clue. His light brown eyes had darkened to the darkest shade of brown that it almost looked black. He gazed down at me intensely, his eyes unreadable and I whispered, "Tell them Brownie, tell them that you didn't do it . . . I know you didn't do it, so tell them please . . . " His Adam's apple bobbled and his lips parted, but no words came out. He was painfully silent and his jaw clenched tightly. Slowly, he hung his head low so I couldn't see him and that's when tears rolled down my cheeks.

Her face was firm. “I’m not trying to scare you, but don’t trust anyone. If something feels off, it probably is..” I started to press but something about her eyes caught me off guard. They seemed to be shining, no, more like glowing a light brown shade with darker specs, only I could have sworn before they had just been a dark brown. “You have really pretty eyes. I didn’t even notice before.” “Thanks,” she responded. “I wear colored contacts sometimes.” She shrugged and got up to go to the bathroom, but when she came back her eyes were the dark brown I had thought they’d been before.