Timothee Chalamet Eye Color Novels & Stories

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.

She could only blink her eyes and stared into his green eyes. Now that she saw him this close, she finally realized the beauty of his eye color. It reminded her of the evergreen forest. Liam’s eyes were so rich in green, and she couldn’t stop looking into them. Anita’s eyes weren’t as green as his.

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.

“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.

she said in a low tone of voice. His eyes? I looked back at Xavier. It was only when I stared at him properly did I notice that his left and right eyes differed in color. One had blue like that of a ‘forget me not’ flower while the other was sea green with a tinge of gold, which were indeed pretty. A rather playful smile suddenly formed on his almost thin lips. “My eyes may be pretty, but they are not for sale,” he said before staring back at Viola. “And you are way prettier, milady. Why don’t you admire my eyes while riding me later?”

His chocolate brown hair was a silky mess of perfectly tousled waves on top but shorter on the sides and back. “Let’s run our fingers through it,” Cara cooed. His facial features definitely belonged on the cover of a magazine, chiseled but not too sharp. And his scruffy five o’clock shadow was sexy as hell. But all of that paled in comparison to his eyes. I suppose they were technically hazel, but that descriptor didn’t come close to doing them justice. They were a beautiful seafoam green, shot through with streaks of gold and fringed by long, dark lashes. A girl could drown in those eyes. I had to force myself to look away.