Edward Bluemel Eyes Novels & Stories

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."

When she saw Edward, her eyes lit up and she walked straight towards him. She reached out to touch Edward's hand but was dodged by Edward who took half a step. "Edward, have you really found Elaine? It's all my fault. . . I was too careless. . ." Jasmine's eyes turned red as she spoke. Her eyes were full of tears, but she was very stubborn and did not let her tears flow out. Her sad expression seemed to look very real. Edward looked at her coldly. His gaze was incomparably sharp. Being stared at by his pitch-black eyes, Jasmine had a feeling that she was being seen through.

I said with a bright smile. Somehow, I found myself looking at Ryder again. This was the first time I got to see his eyes in such close proximity. The sun was hitting his face at a perfect angle and he looked like Edward Cullen glowing under the sunlight. He was properly beautiful, and his eyes were so captivating to me. It was a deep shade of blue and it seemed to hold many stories, many mysteries. Ryder's eyes were fixed towards the ocean with a longing gaze. A somewhat melancholy gaze. And suddenly, he turned to me and caught me looking at him, again. Dang it. I quickly flipped my brain, trying to find something to say to distract him.

Jamie was in her element as she prattled on, “Cold eyes, a piercing blue…” Suddenly, Bianca found herself picturing the man she had noticed at the restaurant, the man who had been lunching alone, but had seemed so interested in the goings-on at Dom’s restaurant the previous afternoon. “Blue…did you say blue eyes?” She hesitated and her face scrunched up as she tried to describe the man she had seen, “Like…like glassy, dead… blue eyes?” she cried. The Delano sisters and Karina, who had been standing nearby, whispering loudly, turned as one.

From his narrow waist to the wide splayed shoulders, back down again to the contoured thighs and very pleasantly endowed—possibly too much—cock that jutted forward with full-on arousal. Elaina swallowed, her gaze fixated there, mind soaring with the possibilities. It wasn’t until the man knelt on the bed, crawling across the mattress toward her, did she venture to look at his face, the carefully sculpted jaw, thin nose, medium-thickness lips, and those eyes. They remained the piercing blue searing through her as if they possessed X-ray vision, making her shake with vulnerability. All lycans had blue eyes in their shifted form, but none like this. Elaina was certain she’d never seen eyes this

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

Olivia The last thing I saw was Edward’s face. But at the same time, it wasn’t his face. Not really. Something about it was… off. It was almost as if it began to shift and contort in front of me. His eyes, that all-too-familiar shade of blue-green, began to morph into a light blue, growing to a size that was just slightly too big for his features. His skin paled, his features became just a little uncanny.

Catherine had been playing games for an hour when the sound of the game ending was suddenly interrupted by someone snatching her phone away. As she looked up, she met the man's gaze with deep, captivating eyes. Many people had praised Edson's beautiful blue eyes, claiming they were a creation of God. However, Catherine felt that those people had never seen Branden's eyes. The man in front of her had the most beautiful eyes. His clear eyes seemed to possess the vastness and brilliance of stars.

Please let this be the one. But every photo I saw, every face that stared back at me, was wrong. Not those eyes that hadn’t left me since I’d seen them in that flash of memory. Pale blue, Icy and Empty. Like glass sharpened to a killing edge. The kind of eyes you didn’t forget. But none of these people had them. None of them were him. I closed the file with more force than necessary. “It’s not here.” Arthur looked up at me. “We still have more.”