Edward Bluemel Eyes Novels & Stories

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

It doesn’t matter who I am or where I’m from, we're all here to feel good. The music changes and my mind goes somewhere I don’t want it to. Him. The man with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Something about them scares me, not that it stops me from coming here. He has the kind of eyes that can see straight to my soul and to everything else I try to hide from the world.

I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized. When my eyes went to my brother, he was very beautiful in a fancy navy blue and gold suit. His golden locks identical to mine were messy but still beautiful, and his eyes were as beautiful as rubies under the sunlight. He nodded to me while sitting in a taller chair than the one I was in. I looked at the materials they gave me and held the thin brush with black paint, then I began.

She widened her eyes as soon as Melpomene swam to the surface. A pair of deep emerald eyes pasted themselves on the figure of Amethyst, encouraging a piercing pain to cage Amethyst's heart immediately after their eyes met. The only thing that was now displaying in her head was Renesmee's startling blue eyes and Prince Dwight's yellow eyes which were filled with menace and treacherousness. "Althea Magnus!" Melpomene hissed, expressing every letter with audible mockery that made Amethyst feel small for a moment. Her tiny yet high-pitched voice echoed across the spacious water room, giving a wake-up call to goosebumps so they could tighten Amethyst's stomach.

Edward felt a great deal of guilt over his carelessness. Rona and Scarlett exchanged confused glances, but neither said anything more. After listening to him, Scarlett went inside the house whereas Edward spent some time chatting with Rona. The cottage has a beautiful herb garden with sitting arrangements where Rona usually treats his patients. Once getting inside, Scarlett tried the elixir and was pleased by its effects. Her sapphire blue eyes transformed into pure black ones, completely changing her features. Her eyes were no longer the same colour, but she was still quite gorgeous. She was as beautiful as a flower that had just bloomed.

Even the stubble, weird as it is, is starting to grow on me. Those eyes, though - no matter what else has changed about him, those eyes are the same. They're a shade of blue that can look dark or bright depending on the light or his mood, and they've always been so sharp, so piercing and intelligent. They're the kind of eyes that seem to look right into the deepest part of you, to read everything you have written on your soul. It's been so long that I think I must have forgotten what it feels like to have him look right at me, because I feel my stomach tighten as he looks over at me now.

All the moisture in my mouth simply vanishes at the sight of him. Shamelessly, I think he noticed how long I was staring at his muscular abdomen, when I finally shifted my gaze to his face. A dark eyebrow is raised curiously, but I’m more intrigued by his eyes, rather than the perfect dimensions of his face. Although that is spectacular. His eyes, though, are entrancing, one a different colour to the other. It’s something I was always aware of, but never knew it would be like this in person. One eyes is a pale blue, like concentrated ice. Something about it is unnerving. His other eye is like pure emerald. Like the colour of fresh grass growing across rolling meadows. It’s much warmer. Much

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.

The eyes, the skin and even the structur resembles the Pathan. His gaze falls over me, and the light blue of hus eyes clashes with my amber ones, just he doesn't move his eyes away as it locks on my face. Almost as if he can't look away. I moved my eyes away from his as his gaze was making me uneasy. Edward's hold on me gets tighter if it could be any more than before as he appears to notice his gaze on me, too. " Semion." Edward greets back with heavy Russian accent only that his voice is too heavy and deep. His voice lingers on me for a second more before moving to Edward.