What Brings Out Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

As long as I stayed away from subjects that leaned more on the personal side, our conversations were full of life. I even had him laughing a few times along with me. His eyes would crinkle and even though they were the deepest darkest eyes I have ever seen, I had time to observe them. Time to notice that beneath the layer of darkness - his eyes were brown. And when he laughed, they turned just a shade lighter.

"Yes, I have. When you would come over, I'd sit on the couch and pretend to watch the television but really, I'd just stare at the way the light danced off you as you concentrated so hard on those damn bills." "Oh…" I whispered. "What else do you find this average?" he prompted. "My eyes." "Yes… brown you called them. They aren't, you know?" "They're not?" "No, your eyes are hazel. You may not see the green and gold in them, but I do. They turn this bright green when you get pissed or scared. Or they soften to gold when you're… let's say happy," He ended in a wink that told me what he really meant by that.

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

“You don't have to be a peeping tom any longer.” “In your dreams.” I bite back. He fully faces me and I swallow a lump in my throat fixing my gaze on the mirror and acting oblivious to his looming existence. Then, he grabs my chin and slowly turns my head to his until my eyes meet his and I chew the insides of my mouth nervously. His eyes are brown, so brown that they remind me of my favourite chocolate. And I've always thought of brown as a bland color but his…his, have a sort of black ring surrounding them and they have specs of gold and black in them.

When he's done, he tucks the strands behind my ears. "What color is it naturally?" he asks. I reach up and touch the ends of my hair. It tends to curl when it gets wet. "Brown," I tell him. "Dark brown." "I thought so." I manage a wry smile. "I know I need to touch up my roots." But he shakes his head. "I can tell because of your eyes." I look down at my feet. "Plenty of blondes have brown eyes." "Not that dark." He puts a finger beneath my chin and lifts my face. It's probably just an effect of the fluorescent patio lights, but his blue eyes look brighter than usual.

Her long black hair spread out onto his arms, covering the pillow. Her eyes as she stared into his was that of a very light hazel-brownish. It was such a light brown, that when the sunlight shines on them, they appeared yellowish. His eyes was a lot darker than hers, but in his eyes. He could only see her and that smile she had for him.

Staring at my reflection on the mirror, unconsciously, I smiled. I reached for the comb and gently combed the straight hair. That was beyond my chest. The natural brown color of my hair complimented my brown almond eyes and fair complexion. It didn't make me look like my mother, though. She's tanned and has black eyes. That said, I inherited it from Dad. Based on the pictures I saw of him before, I think it's true. My father has a british blood. He's fair and has brown eyes, too.

I stared into his eyes. Her eyes were big and round and even though we were far apart I could see her eye color.. it was light brown that even if we are far away you can still see the clear color of his eyes. "We have the same eyes." I told him. My mom is a pure Filipina, that's why my eye color, light brown, is also inherited from my dad. He looked at me. Now, I'm really sure that I don't like this girl whoever she is. She has an attitude.

“I know what I want. Am—” “Don’t, Levi! You knew… and still kept it from me? Did you not think I should have a say in this? Does my opinion not matter?” I asked. His eyes flashed and I felt my self getting irritated. “Is your real eye color brown, or is it red?” I spat. “Yes to both. It’s like when a wolf pushes forward, their human counterparts eyes glow yellow. When I’m having a hard time staying in control or reigning in my… urges, the brown turns to red because I’m not trying hard to keep it back,” Levi answered.

They increased in pace but stopped abruptly once they reached the other side of the pit. I wasn’t fooling myself, and neither was Rayna. We knew this wasn’t Zack, and that whether it was some trickster or old magic, we were being taunted by something wearing his face. That fact made it even more blood chilling when his eyes opened and stared at me through the darkness. The whites of his eyes were most visible, followed by his pupil which nearly swallowed the deep brown and mossy green of his iris. The unique color was a mixture of Mom and Dad’s eyes. One held the beauty of the forest, and the other the richness of the earth.