Edward Bluemel Eyes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

"Because I claimed her. I am her first, and truth be told, I will be her only, her last. You, Evelyn, on the other hand, can never soothe me. You will never make me whole. My sanity doesn't yearn for you. My existence doesn't need you within sight's reach. You are nothing like her." I said this in a calm and composed voice. As soon as the door clicked open, I felt Evelyn's weight on me, pressing her saggy lips against mine. My eyes came in contact with a familiar pair. The faint green eyes. Not in chaos, but in confusion, and something else. Something I could not put my finger on sat proudly in her eyes as we locked contact. There she stood: Melio! Our eyes met! She looked rooted to the spot

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.

“No, you--- it’s not you!” Startled, I looked up and--- and for a second, I was mesmerized by his stunning blue eyes. He really had the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I’d ever seen. As if they somehow had captured nature and the supernatural in two gorgeous orbs. They reminded me of streaks of thunder and ice crystals, more than any other color I could think of. So clear and intense, I felt as if they could see right through me.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

That eye was very soulful and successfully seduced Edward. No one noticed that Edward was standing blankly before the demon's eye. They passed him and talked about other paintings. Now, that eye blinked, but Edward felt no fear. It looked straight at him and started a conversation that only it and he heard. "Hello, talented painter Edward Dieter, I would like to make a deal with you," the demon eye said in a strange voice. Edward couldn't tell if the voice was male or female. “The deal?” Edward asked back in amazement at the splendor of the demon's eye.

One that is cruel to the world and the other that is hurt inside and only wants to protect. I hope the time stops so we could stay like this. I'm afraid that he would go back to being cruel like he is when he wakes up. It hadn't even been 30 seconds, he woke up. His eyes lifted to only meet the ceiling as I quickly shut my eyes. Not wanting him to see me. "Wake up, I know you're awake." Defeatedly, I opened my eyes to see him watching me. I quickly diverted my attention elsewhere. Not wanting to look him in the eyes.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.