Edward Bluemel Eyes Novels & Stories

"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

“Well done, Jade.” His blue eyes were keen on me. “Get up.” I did but it was on unsteady legs. I gave him a wary look. He watched me impassively. I realized that his eyes were the clearest blue I’d ever seen. Like a sky on a cloudless summer day. But when he turned feral they glowed like the inside of a flame. I tried to give him a look which would seem unafraid but knew that my eyes flitted like a scared doe.

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."

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

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.

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

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.

Covering her face with a vile, leaving only her eyes uncovered. Already going back on words of not forgiving Ruby, Eric's heart melted. Eric nearly lost his breath. She looked exactly like he saw her one month ago. Her blue eyes was enough to give away her beauty. She looked so beautiful with just those dark blue eyes of her. He knew that no matter where she goes, if he sees those eyes, he will know it's her. He will always recognize those beautiful blue eyes anywhere.