Ways To Describe Brown Eyes Romantically Novels & Stories

He complimented, putting popcorn in his mouth. "They are just brown eyes." I laughed nervously. "That was what I thought until I fell in love with her." He fixed me with his eyes and the corners of his lips twitched in a smile. "Brown eyes are soulful and beautiful. When under the sun, they remind me of honey that a bear craves for." I bit down a smile with my head bent. "Are you blushing?" "What?" My eye brows bumped into a scowl. "No, I'm not." I lied shielding my cheeks with my hair.

her smell Invading me. "Yours are more beautiful.i have never seen anything like it.its like staring into another dimension.on one eye,the brown one is like the warmth of an everlasting hearth. It's beautifully deep and velvety.it is rich and soft, just like chocolate.and on the other eye,the blue is so pale,it's almost translucent. it's so beautiful and unique.I could stare into it for eternity.``.. "Did you just scrutinize my eyes".I chuckle.smiling shyly,she ducks her head.red tinting her cheeks.

The sort of close that makes your heart beat louder. "Wha- p-personal space, dude." I crossed my arms again, craning my neck to look up at him. I discovered that the eyes glaring at me were fiercely brown, but the soft warmth that comes with brown eyes was stabbed by contemptuous flecks of gold, while the lashes framing them delicately were almost feminine in their length. Something lingered behind the haughtiness in them, but I couldn't tell what it was.

I tell him, facing him right up. I stared at his face. Brye looked pretty with half-lidded eyes. His eyes always looked so sleepy and mean, and sharp. I think it’s the thing that I like the most about his face aside from the face that he always gives me. ‘Though, what kind of face does he always give to me?’ His eyes always looked at me, and they always shone. It always holds some amusement, and for some reason, I love it so much. It also takes me back to years ago. A certain person looks at me like that and I loved it so much as well. “You have pretty eyes, Brye” I whisper to him, my eyes intently staring at his, slightly leaning towards his face. His pretty and sleepy eyes gazed at me and

Is it me or are her eyes even more emerald tonight? Even in the dim lighting, her eyes are a radiant hue of green that speaks to the soul of the beast within me. They remind me of fresh rows of evergreen pastures, saturated with new blooms. I feel the beast in me lie down in submission at the look of her jade eyes. That bright color is so bold and striking, so inviting and tempting. Damn this witch vixen.

I turn around, my body facing his own, my breathing was heavy as I clenched my teeth. He chuckled, his finger tracing an invisible line up my arms, “My little Kitten is vibrating, what could be the cause?” He brings his lips so close to mine, but kept a hair’s breath distance, I shivered, waiting, wanting, and when I look into his eyes, I find that his brown orbs were watching me, with such a tender look in his eye. It actually steals my breath away, I could not help but be drawn into them. “Your eyes are the prettiest set of brown I have ever seen.” I find myself whispering,

Her eyes, the color of the ocean on a tranquil day, sparkled with a mixture of excitement and love. As Grace moved closer, her gaze locked with Ashton's. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was the love that shone in her eyes, reflecting the promise of a lifetime together. Ashton's breath caught in his throat, overcome by her beauty, her poise, and the overwhelming feeling of gratitude that she had chosen him to be her partner.

“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.

she replied softly, her eyebrows were knitted together. “So, why green?” I tilted my head, my thumb gently rubbing circles into the back of her hand. I enjoyed watching her expression, the way her soft eyes sparkled under the moonlight, the way she bit her bottom lip softly when she was concentrating, and the way she breathed in deeply when she relaxed her tensed body. It was like looking into the most breathtaking painting ever crafted by humans. “Because… it is the colour of your eyes” My heart skipped several beats and a sudden warmth filled my entire body. I could feel the heat rushing through my veins, filling my whole system as if I'd received a fever. My whole mind stopped working. th

I chuckled at my little mate. "Xavier, get up." Despite her words she moved closer to me and let her head rest on my chest. "And why should I?" She moved to where her beautiful brown eyes stared into my green ones. Her eyes were beautiful. Three different shades of brown all melted together. The outer ring was a coffee brown while the middle one was so dark that it was almost black. Just almost. The inner ring of brown was like a caramel brown. Then right before her pupil was a light shade of green and blue, all morphed to fit into one ring.