Edward Bluemel Eyes Novels & Stories

I need young, blonde, and big blue eyes staring at me now. "Suck me off," I growl while getting even more agitated. Her hand wraps around my flaccid member, and her warm mouth slips over the crown of my dick seductively. And while it feels absolutely amazing, my mind won't focus. All I see is Amber. I see the bags under her eyes. I picture the fear and sadness haunting her big blues and her tears falling steadily after I told her about her father. Fuck!

Those captivating, indescribable blue eyes held an untold story, speaking volumes through their depths. "See, my heart adores it when you touch me like this," Miguel whispered, his voice infused with a tender vulnerability. The warmth of his breath mingled with the shared air, creating an intimate space between us. As he withdrew his lips, I found myself mesmerized by the depth of his gaze. Those beautiful, enchanting blue eyes locked with mine, revealing a myriad of emotions that words could not encapsulate. It was as if the unspoken connection between us transcended the limitations of language, weaving a tapestry of emotions that only our hearts could truly comprehend.

“Nay, lass, you might well be sick, but you’re not dying. You’re going to obey me this time or, as God as my witness, I’m going to turn you over my knee.” She glared, or at least she thought she did. The room still seemed incredibly dark to her, and her eyelids felt like someone had laid stones over them. Sudden panic hit her. Maybe they were preparing her for burial. Didn’t they put stones over the eyes of the dead to keep them closed? Or was that coins? Either way, she didn’t want to die. “Shh, lass,” Edward soothed. “Open your eyes. You can do it for me. No one is burying you, I swear it. Open your eyes and look at me. Let me see those beautiful blue eyes.”

Krystalina~ Disgusting. That’s what he called my eyes while staring into the depths of my soul. He called my eyes disgusting. How fucking dare he. Ever since I was a kid, everyone has complimented my eyes, and he had to come and shatter that bubble in a few seconds. I stared too deep into the mirror, my gaze fixated on my eyes, trying to find any kind of flaw in them. Is this because they are big like a Bambi ? Or is it because of their color? I mean, they are a rare ocean blue in color, but…

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

By the second song, I had a pretty damn good read on their personalities: Blue Eyes was the one who wore that grin like he practiced it for years before mastering the and he danced with abandon, easy and open and alive. The kind of guy who did everything without any issues and orried about the mess later. His mouth God, his mouth was made for eating pussy, and the way he kept glancing at my lips made me feel like licking them just to watch his reaction.

Dreyma looked back she was running just a few steps ahead of us. “It was a glass ceiling,” it was like her eyes were glossing over as she stared off in the distance, “It was clear and the moon light was filling the room below. I tried to reach out and touch it but then I heard something like the sound of someone walking and when I turned around I saw a pair of glowing blue eyes.” “Blue eyes?” that caught my attention.

Past Blue eyes. Hard. Emotionless. Empty. They track me as I emerge from the old, beaten down door of my bedroom, and goosebumps surge up my arms at the attention. He’s the prettiest man my stepmother ever let in here, but he might have as well been a statue of cold indifference.

The mirror reflected her image, her eyes shimmering with a newfound confidence. She applied makeup with a skilled touch, enhancing her features while maintaining a natural glow. A pop of red lipstick added a touch of vibrancy, a bold statement that resonated with the courage she was summoning for the day ahead. Nora's reflection stared back at her, a blend of nerves and excitement dancing in her eyes. As she slipped into her bejewelled sandals, a soft smile graced her lips. Graycen's voice broke through her thoughts, a gentle reminder of the admiration she held for her mother. Nora turned to her daughter, her heart warmed by the innocent compliment.

"If you don't want me to say it, then don't proceed with the donation." "Alright," I answered. Jordan's expression soured. "Hazel, what the hell do you mean?" I smiled weakly. "I still want to behold the world with my eyes. Can't I do that?" Pursing his lips, Jordan stared at me with a gaze as deep as the abyss. "Say that again." "I don't want to give her my eyes." Without a moment of hesitation, Jordan slapped me harshly.