Edward Bluemel Eyes Novels & Stories

But it was his eyes—a striking, piercing blue, framed by long, dark lashes—that struck me like a physical blow. It was Edwin.

My eyes finally met with sparkling blue eyes… Mate.

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.

Edward's gaze toward Rue looked like it could slice Rue into thousands of pieces! Rachel stood behind the men, trying her best to hold back. She really wanted to ask Edward if it was astonishing enough for him. In reality, she said it, even though it was not as direct. "So, Mr. Bluemel, am I done for?" Nathan tapped the back of Rachel's hand as a warning. 'Why does Rachel like to mock Edward? Doesn't she know who Edward Bluemel is?!' Edward slowly moved his attention back from the stage. "If you wish, I can still satisfy your desire."

Bluey stared directly into his eyes.... She kept gulping down "Those eyes... those eyes "She stammered even in her own thoughts The same eyes that was tattoo under her breast. The same very eyes she was staring directly into. Her gazed moved to his opened chest and her mouth opened on their own accord Angelo was lost too and for a minute he admire her which was unaware to him He got back to reality and frowned deeply "Who let you in here? "He asked icily and that was when Bluey came back to her senses

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.

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.