Romans & histoires Shades Of Brown Eyes

He muttered. I slid my hands from his broad shoulders to his face, forcing him to look up at me. The shadows had lifted from his eyes, revealing a multitude of colors I hadn’t seen before. Blues and browns melted into each other, creating an alluring shade that drew you in and left you mesmerized. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

‘Moonlight suits him best,’ I goggle at him. Even his eyes look different than usual. I’d always noticed they were an earthy brown. In the sunlight, they are melted chocolate. Just like Patti’s and Vera’s. The color has become my favorite. But here, his eyes are impossibly dark. Yet I can see speaks of green scattered through. Not enough that I could call it hazel. More of the spares green leaves of early autumn as the world turns to shades of brown and orange, summer’s end not quite there. Seen only once I am close enough to notice. Another part of Lionel I uncover as I am drawn to his magnetism.

“Not good that he wants to strangle you. Just… good to know. I wasn’t sure if you were like… best friends or partners or… I don’t know.” Domenico’s lips twitched upward again. “Brothers. For better or worse.” I nodded, feeling braver now that I hadn’t been kicked out or glared at yet. And because my mouth clearly had a death wish, the second question tumbled out before I could stop it. “And… why do you always wear shades? Even inside?” Another beat of silence. Longer this time. Heavy enough to make my stomach twist a little. Domenico’s fingers stilled against the counter.

His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer than necessary, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Alex wasn't just handsome, he had a presence that commanded attention. His dark brown hair, sprinkled with a touch of silver that only added to his charm, was styled in a way that was both modern and sophisticated. The crinkling at the corners of his eyes when he grinned hinted at laugh lines earned through years of genuine joy. His eyes themselves were a warm brown, the kind that seemed to hold a wealth of stories and experiences.

Like what? My cheeks burned as I recalled the intensity of his gaze. His dark eyes were piercing. They were brown, a coffee brown that darkened to a dark piercing color when he was... in the mood. At least that was what I had thought. I couldn't help it! One minute we were spitting words at each other and the next, we were at each other's face, kissing like ravenous nymphos.

She nodded her own pain in her eyes. "He will tell you she has the most beautiful French violet eyes, like an endless whirling pool of cyan cornflower blue shading and faint Mikado yellow highlights. At first, you'll think it's brownish gold, but when you look closer, you'll see that it is actually Mikado yellow. When that time comes, he will make you feel like shit, a worthless piece of shit." "I don't think I will ever feel that," I smiled as tears rolled over my lips.

His eyes become level with mine and I gasp, studying them. His chocolate eyes are now glowing a lighter brown color. It was amazing, the way the light emitted power and highlighted his pupils. He studies my reaction, letting me look at him and take him in. I lift my own hands and rub just below his eyes, focusing on the dark flecks mixed in with the light glow. “They're beautiful,” I whisper, watching the dark glow blink at me.

Neither he had any expectations with Hazel nor he made her expect anything. Sadness flashed in her eyes when she thought about it. No expectations, yeah, she was just a prostitute, she could not expect anything from him, her fate, or from anybody else. Prostitutes have no future after all, especially in the case of love and respect. Abigail seemed to notice that sadness spreading around her beautiful hazel eyes. Both of them had hazel eyes but Hazel’s shade was the most different. It contained three colors of nature or we say leaves? The beautiful green color of young leaves and then orange shades when they get older and then soil brown when they turn the oldest. Her eyes were unique and the

she turns towards him and urges him to begin again. "When she is worried, they are grey, when she is giggly and after they did the deed with dad, they were pink, when Lia takes over, they are red, but that is occasionally. Sometimes, they turn a random color, which is also odd for me to explain." he finishes. I didn't even know that my eyes turned hue so extensively. "But what does this have to with anything?" I cue the obvious. Yes, my eyes change color, so what? "You are the first of your kind to have so many eye shades, Quin. Others have two shades, their natural colors, and their wolf color, you carry the whole rainbow in your eyes, turn left in that intersection." she directs me. "Don't

She closed her eyes and kept on fidgeting with her fingers. I looked at her face so closely at that time as her mouth came dangerously close to her lips. She is indeed a woman to devour. But a bit crazy and lost. I felt my breath fanning on her skin as she gulped down two times. Her face started losing color with every passing second. But she refused to come out from the shield she had created around her. "Done," I spoke almost leaning on her as she opened her eyes to let me look through those brown orbs. Americans don't have such brown eyes but she has a different shade of brown eyeballs. The circular pattern around the pupils was extremely prominent making it more alluring.