Timothee Chalamet Eye Color Novels & Stories

My expression was a solid mask of sophistication; everything was flawless. “A lovely day, everyone. I am Eden Noles.” My hands were clasped in front of me, a straight expression allowing nothing to be seen on my face. “You took your sweet time.” A voice like no other called out, and my eyes drifted to the one that smelled like life and death wrapped in one box with a red ribbon on it. In a second, I found myself staring into the world’s most beautiful eyes ever. The left eye resembled sunset, a cross between an alluring yellow and orange that made me wonder if this man was handcrafted by the goddess herself. The right eye was midnight black, with what looked like an ice blue split in the iri

Walking back to me he carries me to the blankets and sits down with me still on his lap. He stares at me with such intensity that my heart seems as though it would beat out my chest. I motha fucking pussy stabbing me in the back as we speak becasue i know my panties are soaked. I swear she’s been displaying hoe tendencies, since I’ve met this man. Blushing at suddenly feeling uncomfortable because of my pussy’s betrayal. I turn my head just as I hear a low growl, I snapped my head back in his direction where I swear on everything his eyes flashed from dark brown to silver then back in an instant. “Your eyes do they change color?” I asked getting closer to him to inspect. “Sometimes when I’m

His shiny dark brown hair, thick eyebrows and eyelashes, perfect sharp nose, sexy lips and a firm jaw, make women not stop staring at him while chuckling in awe. So, what other things made him win the title as the hottest man in the world besides his handsome face and artistic body? Yes, his eyes. Have you ever heard of Heterochromia? A person who is gifted with two or more different eye colors and Aiden is one of those who suffer from this condition. The left eye is golden amber and the right eye is turquoise, beautiful isn't it? When you look into his eyes, it's as if you're looking at a man in a fantasy world and you too will drift into that fantasy.

Tata teased, sitting up on her elbow as she stared at an agitated Adonis. “Fifty? Sixty? How dare you Tatiana Reynold! I will have you know, no one can ever look this good at twenty five.” Tatiana rolled her eyes dramatically and shrugged “Oh please, have you seen Timothy Chalamet? He looks better than you’d ever think looking.” She says and I just know Adonis is going to blow off. “Okay guys, I’m the sick one here. Take care of me.” I pushed the tray towards Tata who is now staring at me like I’ve grown five heads.

' “I sincerely apologize on his behalf. He should be here right now apologizing, but he is yet to come back from wherever he went yesterday. So, take me apologizing as though it is Amir doing so. Is he forgiven?” His hardened face did not even for once fail as he talked, Chloe noticed. And, having him so close brought out new features. Like his light-blue irises that danced with so many untold stories behind them. They were the kind of eyes that one would never forget because they held so many emotions. And his skin, which was quite dark most probably due to the sun, was free of blemishes. Well, if a small scar close to the nose doesn't count as a blemish that is "Yes, he is.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

“Well, I couldn’t promise that.” “What?” “Nevermind, but expect to see my face often Jada Young. I’ll go ahead.” “Put ice on your face, it’s swelling.” He turn his back, but before he could take three steps away, he turn his back and face me. “Why does your son's eye color looks like that when Martini’s eyes were blue and yours were hazel nut brown?” “Oh never mind, don’t answer it. I’ll find my own way to answer that question.”

Life has some great ironies. ... "He's like a handsome devil, ugh so annoying!" Blair chuckled at her bestfriend's words. Her and Jessica were looking up Calvin Cartier online. She had to admit, with his perfectly tanned skin, pinkish lips, strong jaw and straight nose, he was no less than a Greek God. But what striked her the most were his eyes. They were unlike any other she had ever seen. A perfect mix of brown and green with some specks of gold. They looked somewhere between hazel and amber.

Shocked. “His eyes,” Damian whispered. I couldn't breathe. “They’re… sensitive,” I stammered. “Like I said.” “No,” Damian said. He took a step forward, his hand reaching out. “The color. Helen… his eyes.” “They’re brown,” I lied. “Just brown. Like mine.” “They aren't brown,” Damian said. His voice was trembling. “They’re green. And gold. They look like…” Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it.

“You agreed to meet with me today, Sam. Please don’t act like you cannot see or smell me standing right in front of you. What took you so long to answer the door?” Samael rolled his eyes, chuckling underneath his breath as he finally met my gaze. His eyes were a very light baby blue color. Sometimes if he was feeling exceptionally moody, these orange streaks appeared in his irises. When that happened, his eyes resembled bright blue propane flames. Ignoring my question, he stepped back enough to pull the door open the rest of the way so that I could step inside.