Ways To Describe Brown Eyes Romantically Novels & Stories

It was like they were trying to make words, but I couldn't understand anything. Was it saying something? I had no idea. No sound was coming out of the lips. I lounged for the lips again, trying to continue from where I stopped. But then a pair of hands caught my hands in the air. When I looked up, my gaze landed on the most perfect set of eyes I had ever seen. They were a rich, warm brown, like melted chocolate on a summer day. A kaleidoscope of emotions danced within me as I kept my gaze on those brown eyes.

A woman like that would never look at me more than once. Speaking of eyes, she had beautiful eyes. I admired those who had brown eyes a lot. It was my favorite tone; it reminded me of an autumn afternoon, with leaves falling to the ground. And the kind of brown in that woman's eyes was unique. A burnt tone, but slightly pulled to the gold. It was almost Jessy, almost yellowish, but it was still brown. It was still brown dry leaf color, and matched perfectly with the dark and outlined eyebrows.

Her cheeks flushed such a pretty shade of pink, and her chest heaved up and down. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him with those big brown eyes of hers. Long lashes framed their warmth. Chocolate wasn't an accurate description for them. They were warmer, more delicious. There was a hint of gold and green near her pupils that hinted at depths still to be explored. And he definitely wanted to explore her depths.

Nanlalaki ang mga matang napatingin ako sa kanya. Round, big piercing brown eyes are studying me and I think someone gutted me. It's the most beautiful eyes that my eyes meet. It's a unique combination of honey and nature. The darkness only made her orbs shine brightly and I'm mesmerized. Lost in her eyes and the warmth it gives to my soul. What's with this woman and her fucking brown eyes? "Oh my God!"

Despite everything she's been going through, she still persisted to smile and be the one thing that brightened up even the saddest of days. ''These are so lovely. Thank you.'' ''You are welcome. Would you?'' I gestured to the couch. She nods and sat next to me. I focused on her eyes, which were darting back and forth, shining through the ceilings lights above us. Her eyes were the type of brown that was like sweet chocolate. The chocolate that melts at the slightest bit of the heat from love, or happiness. They glow with humor and playfulness that gives you shivers and wraps you in a warm embrace at the same time.

Matching his gaze was equal to making your heart run in a marathon, and the same happened with her. The moment she was captivated by his amber eyes, she could not look away. The intensity and darkness inside them made her heart skip a beat before it participated in a marathon. The dark rings around those blazing flames were as if eating them slowly, dominating the darkness of lust inside them. She could not believe it! Her hazel eyes found those thrilling flames enchanting.

Jayden replied without hesitation. I looked at him and realized he was being sincere. His beautiful brown eyes looked at me with a sparkle, affecting me more than I could have imagined. I thought he approached me that day because he liked my body. I never imagined he had seen me cry and was moved by it. My heart raced as I saw his pupils dilate while he looked at me. I lowered my head, breaking eye contact in a vain attempt to escape the sensation. I knew how dangerous it was to let myself feel something for him, but despite knowing I was on the edge of a cliff, the fall seemed increasingly alluring.

When he sees me shyly looking he gives me a soft smile and I quickly look away, embarrassed that I was caught looking. “You can look at me.” His voice is smooth and he carefully moves his hand from my thigh to my chin to tilt my face to look at him. The warmth of his fingers under my chin feels better than I would like to admit. I raise my eyes to meet his. Up close his eyes are even more fascinating. The purple iris is slightly lighter in the middle and he has a darker ring around the edge, making his eyes look like they almost shine with an inner light. “You have beautiful eyes. I have never seen eyes with that color before. I can’t decide if they are green or brown. It seems like they cha

After thinking for a moment, I answer him, "Actually, it always keeps on changing, but there is something about the green color which always makes me feel calm." "What about you?" Clasping my hands underneath my chin, I lean on my elbows. "What's your favorite color?" "I never had before I met you. But now brown is my favorite color because your eyes are brown." He stares into my eyes like my boring brown eyes are the most interesting thing. "My eyes color is nothing special, and it is so common eye color." I shrug nonchalantly. "To me, your eyes are special." He brings his face closer to mine while still looking into my eyes, "Because I can see my reflection in them. This reassures my heart

It was not the time to be sarcastic. "Will you stop calling me that?" "And what are you doing here?" Sophie answered as the heavy rain bounced off her face as she knitted her brows. The emotion in his eyes was intense, yet they held the warmth and life of the sunlit texture. They had a thousand hues of blue and a tiny touch of scarlet creeping on the edges. He has the most elegant eyes she's ever seen. Dammit! Get gripped Sophie, you can write a romance novel the way you describe this man, and believe me, no one knows how to picture it out. What the reader thought was Ryan Reynolds. Nothing else, plus the abs.