Edward Bluemel Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

With a gentle nod, Angelina extended a tissue box, its white squares offering a silent sanctuary for Nora's vulnerability. The moment stretched, a fragile bubble of intimacy punctured by the return of the outside world. The audience, their faces a mosaic of curiosity and concern, shifted in their seats, their whispers a low hum against the silence. Greg, his own eyes reflecting a storm of emotions, met Nora's gaze across the space.

"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.

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

He watched fearfully as she fell to her knees in front of him, barely breathing when she reached up to brush the tips of her fingers across his cheekbones. "David... they... are beautiful" Dell stuttered out when she gazed into her mate's eyes. She saw ocean waves there, his eyes had turned blue, fluctuating between Mediterranean sea blue and the darkest blue, almost black, of the ocean at night. "Why would you ever hide them?" she asked as she watched the waves roll across his eyes, the pupils almost having disappeared.

he closed his eyes, relishing on the memory. Edward had stopped paying attention to what he was saying when he felt a pull to look up, he did and was met with a pair of blue eyes. She appeared different from the rest of the women in the room and with one look, he could tell she was quite young, very young. He had caught her looking at him but she didn’t shy away neither did she invite him with her eyes like most of the women he had caught staring at him in the room did.

Now I know he is furious that he cannot enjoy the beauty he has under his roof. What a beauty she is. I doubt she has any idea she is one of the rarest women in England. I have done my share of Seasons, balls and grand houses but she is spectacular. Those eyes are so blue, never have I met someone whose blue eyes are warm. They are sea-coloured, as are a thousand other women of virtue, but there is a depth, a warmth paired with the deep blue hue.

I mumble bitterly Picturing my rejected mate loving anything connected to me. “What-“ Blue eyes when we disrupted by the sound of shouts and loud growls and what sounded like Bombs going off. “what is that?” I ask confused “Showtime…” Blue eyes chuckles “we getting out of here!”.