Novel & Cerita Edward Bluemel Eyes

ashamed. Good, I thought. Maybe he needed to hear it. But his eyes were on me. They weren't angry. Not pitying. Just... intense" “What?” I asked. He blinked as if I’d pulled him from somewhere far away. “Your eyes" he said slowly "They’re ... blue.” I rolled my eyes and replied dryly "well I'm glad we've established that" “No, I mean—” He stopped and stepped just a little closer. “They’re like the sea before a storm. Deep. Unpredictable.”

Then her eyes opened and I saw the brightest blue I had ever seen. Her face was scared and bewildered as she looked around. Her voice was scratchy as she murmured, "Where… where am I?" "You're safe," I whispered rapidly.

However when he opened his eyes he did not expected to get attacked with those brilliant blue eyes. Noah's lips parted in surprise when he saw those doe like eyes. A hint of nutmeg seem to leak out from the dark iris as they swirled lazily over the blue that surrounded them. He felt himself get unintentionally mused by those blue eyes which reminded him of the endless blue sky. "What?" June drily asked, who was also smitten by Noah's grey eyes. Noah's eye were sharp and grey. They looked like clouds during a storm. Hard and hidden but alluring.

Edmund just sat there, staring straight at her, without blinking. "Well?" Edmund said at last. He had a deep baritone voice. "Aren't you going to have your seat?" She'd known he was handsome, but nothing prepared her for this moment. He had the most devastating blue eyes to ever grace a human face. They were the sort of eyes that haunted a girl's dreams. "You're here for the interview, right?" Edmund asked, narrowing his eyes at her. "Uhm___Yes. Of course," She stammered.

Iris THE YOUNG girl was trapped inside the glass-walled room. When her body began to tremor. She wrapped her arms around herself as she spun around looking for an exit, but there wasn’t any that her unique blue eyes could find. “M-mom?” Her voice was shaking. “Mom, I’m s-scared. Can you please come and get me out of here?” she pleaded and cried. Her chin and lips trembled, but no one seemed to hear her pleas.

His eyes. I looked into his eyes and melted away in the ocean of blue. I felt at home, looking into those eyes. A light from the hallway glimmered and sparkled in his eyes, making me want him all the more. How it's remarkable that so many different shade of blues are hidden away in his eyes. His crystal blue shimmering like the ocean brilliant as the summer sky cerulean pools gleaming blue orbs cool cobalt Wait ! What the hell! I mentally facepalmed myself.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

“It’s alright. I believe you. My father and I are the only people in my family who have light cerulean blue eyes…unfortunately” “Unfortunately?” I say, a little surprised. I mean, is this guy for real? Sure, I love my forest green eyes, they are somewhat unique too but Blaze’s eye color was rare. They were a lovely shade of winter sky with swirls of cerulean ocean blue. “Yeah…my father inherited from my grandfather and I inherited his eyes from my father,” He says the word ‘grandfather’ with such disgust that I find myself wondering, how can someone’s grandpa be so cruel?

I sobbed. "Esha I don't think it is him. You can ask him directly. Maybe you misunderstood." Dua tried convincing me. "You better stop it Dua. Shakshi Tanwar has grey eyes. She freaking had grey eyes. And Aadhvik even he have the same grey eyes." I said. "Don't be dumb Esha, there are many people with the same grey eyes. Don't be so stupid." Dua yells. I found his potrait hung on the wall. Looking at his face itself made me feel disgusted. I got up and threw that potrait down.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."