Edward Bluemel Eyes Novels & Stories

"Black SUVs. Typical Edmondo." The name sends a shiver down my spine. Edmondo is relentless. If his men are here, you won't stop until he's either rescued me or eliminated me... Whatever serves his purpose better. This, I have learned by being around him in a few weeks. Blue Eyes steps back, pulling a rifle from a rack on the wall. "Keep her quiet," he orders the man sitting next to me. The gag muffles my protest as Blue Eyes throws open the back doors. The roar of the wind and gunfire comes filling the van. He takes aim, his movement precise and practiced.

My eyes widened as I noticed an older woman, of small build with her hips cocked and brows knitted together. Edward had similar features to her, especially the colour of their eyes. My lips parted at the realisation. “Ma?” ***

"Your eyes are crystal clear sky blue on better days — when the sun shines through them. But on the days you're feeling intense emotions, they become a swirl of midnight blue with swirls of clear teal. It gets dark when you're feeling something strongly, it gets more translucent when you're feeling free or lighthearted. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to apply a mix of brilliant blue and midnight blue and then cover it with an earthy shade of cobalt and ultramarine, yes." He smiled at me, his eyes looking like pools of crystal clear water. "Go on, I am coming to love this more than what I had initially expected." I smiled, dragging the ottoman closer to the canvas, as I carefully lined

Now he knows I've staked my claim. No one. No one ever threatens to take what I feel is mine and remains alive. Just ask Peter Sullivan. Oh, you can't. I killed the fucker. I wait silently, counting the seconds until Blue eyes finally gives me her attention. She whips her head in my direction and I suck in a breath. God, she's beautiful. She's perfect, even. Slightly parted lips, an oval face and bright eyes fringed with long lashes makes her appearance almost ethereal.

They were a striking shade of beautiful blue, like deep sapphire pools, reflecting the tranquillity of the morning sky. Embarrassment flushed through me, my cheeks warming with a blush as I stood there, caught in the midst of my clumsy mishap. Yet, his expression softened, and a warmth radiated from his beautiful blue eyes. They held a tenderness that made my heart flutter, a connection that spoke of shared moments and unspoken emotions. Even in this vulnerable state, his eyes conveyed a reassurance, as if to say, "It's alright, Nesta."

I closed my eyes, trying to regain control of my emotions, but his piercing blue eyes flashed in my mind. Oh, those blue eyes. I had only heard about how mesmerizing they could be, but seeing them in person was a whole different story. When my hazel eyes met his intense blue gaze, it felt like a magnetic pull drawing me in. His eyes instantly became my favourite feature about him. It wasn't just the colour, but the depth and intensity they held. I got lost in those eyes, unable to look away. They were truly captivating.

Blue merely blinked at him, her expression vacant, as if she were a ghost drifting through the world, untouched and unbothered by the chaos around her. Damian, who had been seated in the passenger seat, caught sight of the scene unfolding before him. Alarm surged through him, and he swiftly exited the car, rushing towards her. "Blue!" he called out, gripping her shoulders to turn her towards him. But the moment he looked into her eyes, his own widened in horror. They were hollow, devoid of life, reflecting a pain so deep,it felt Like, it could swallow him whole.

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

She was so sweet, they said, so kind, so beautiful and so genuine, as warm as her golden-brown eyes were in the basking light of sunset. His eyes were blue. Icy, cold, intense: a blue so dark it was almost a new colour. They were focused eyes, hard eyes that slashed at her softness. They absorbed everything, those eyes, picking out details that tried to scurry away and hide like beetles, only to be revealed by a hand plucking the stone away like it was nothing.

I apologized immediately, the last time I saw him I was left crying in the bathroom with a bloody nose. "Look at me Enzo." He ordered, I turned around slowly, he was inches away from me, my eyes were casted on the floor. "Look me in the eyes Enzo." I can't, Carlson hates me and I hate myself for finding him attractive, I hate myself for losing myself whenever I stare at his grey blue eyes.