Novel & Cerita Edward Bluemel Eyes

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.

It bent down and left me in the room. I want to meet the queen right now, but they don't seem to want to now. A few days later I was still in the room they did not want to let me out of the room. I am not the reason itself. "Good morning .." I was on my deep thought when I heard that voice. I thought it was Sebastian, but it was the second prince. They have the same feauture except the color of their eyes. Sebastian's eyes are gold, while Edward's eyes are blue. I think on the three of them and include the king, I guess his the only one who had blue eyes. Maybe he got that from his mother.

Then, she looked at the eyes of the handsome guy in the photo, and then looked at Edward's eyes that he had deliberately drawn two eyeliners before he came over, resulting in eyes that were not as delicate as before. In contrast, August subconsciously slapped her forehead. Her male god's eyes are so good-looking, she can even recognize the mistake! It shouldn't, it really shouldn't! "Who is it? Tell me who he is! August's eyes lit up, trying to restrain her volume. "Do you think my eyes resemble his?" Edward asked. "Uh-huh." August nodded like a chick pecking rice. "The person in the picture is my brother." The old god Edward is in the tunnel.

"Black SUVs. Typical Edmondo." The name sends a shiver down my spine. Edmondo is relentless. If his men are here, you won't stop until he's either rescued me or eliminated me... Whatever serves his purpose better. This, I have learned by being around him in a few weeks. Blue Eyes steps back, pulling a rifle from a rack on the wall. "Keep her quiet," he orders the man sitting next to me. The gag muffles my protest as Blue Eyes throws open the back doors. The roar of the wind and gunfire comes filling the van. He takes aim, his movement precise and practiced.

Normal. But my thoughts keep slipping—derailing completely—because how is it possible for someone’s eyes to look like THAT? His are absolutely stunning. Too stunning for a man who’s currently scolding me for starving myself. Big and impossibly blue, like the kind of blue you only ever see in postcards or impossibly clear skies. Calm, sharp, and unsettlingly gentle all at once. They hold my gaze without effort, without blinking, like he’s used to people looking away first.

Tobias, Elaine, Lunaya, all of our fighters growled and moved in closer, ready to attack. “Stop, stop” I screamed at them all and waved them back away. I whipped around to the man on the ground. He was staring up at me with so much fear on his face. His blond hair had a tinge of red through it. His pale skin was dirty and covered in bloody grazes and fresh bruises. He was thin, strong looking, but still quite slim. Above all, he had the most haunting blue eyes. Gunner’s eyes are like pools of crystal blue water, this Weres eyes however were so clear and so blue I imagine I could see my reflection clearly in his iris. I was caught in place, struck by the brilliance of his eyes. I blinked a fe

"I came for the festivities, I guess." "This is the party of the year and you don't sound enthusiastic at all," he chuckles. I glance at him before saying in response, "I guess I'm not really into any of this." The bartender slides him his drink, and he watches me while drinking. There's something about his eyes that I don't like at all. I don't like how he's looking at me. This man, Blaine, is fairly handsome. His hair is pitch black, darker than Roman's, and his eyes are a piercing blue. He looks like a husky, if that makes sense.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.