Edward Bluemel Eyes Novels & Stories

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

What if I messed things up for good? Arthur returned a moment later, distracting me from my thoughts. I admired the simple blue suit he was wearing and the way it complemented his heavily lined eyes. The black eyeliner made his eyes an even more startling shade of blue, reminding me yet again of my brothers. I always thought Michael had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Arthur noticed me staring and gave me a hopeful look. Oh no. I couldn’t put this off anymore. “Can we talk for a minute?” I asked. “In private.”

Bernice The soft glow of my desk lamp cast shadows across the scattered sketches and gemstones before me. It was well past midnight, but sleep eluded me. I was searching for a way to help Christian through his mourning. I picked up a rough sapphire, turning it over in my palm. Its deep blue reminded me of Edward's eyes, always twinkling with mischief and kindness. An idea began to form in my mind, a way to capture a piece of Edward's spirit in something tangible that Christian could carry with him.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

A voice behind me. “Did you see her eyes?” “They’re blue.” “No way. Are those contacts?” I froze. My eyes. At Covenant, they were ammunition. Emma had mocked them endlessly, calling them “ice chips,” “unnatural,” “attention-seeking.” She’d made me wish they were brown, ordinary, invisible. But here— “Blue like glass,” someone whispered in awe. “Like the ocean.” “Pretty,” another added. Heat rushed to my face. I kept walking, but something inside me shifted—tiny, hesitant, like a seed daring to sprout.

Eden's eyes sparkled with amusement as he noted her behavior, thinking to himself, How strange. Eden's piercing blue eyes gleamed with an inner turmoil, their golden centers flashing like embers as he struggled to maintain control. His chiseled features, normally a mask of calm, were subtly tense, revealing the depth of his internal conflict. The scent of Pearl's perfume wafted up, teasing his senses and awakening the demons that lurked within. His sharp jawline clenched, a testament to the ferocity of his self-control.

Bluey stared directly into his eyes.... She kept gulping down "Those eyes... those eyes "She stammered even in her own thoughts The same eyes that was tattoo under her breast. The same very eyes she was staring directly into. Her gazed moved to his opened chest and her mouth opened on their own accord Angelo was lost too and for a minute he admire her which was unaware to him He got back to reality and frowned deeply "Who let you in here? "He asked icily and that was when Bluey came back to her senses

And then he does. I feel fingertips skimming my hip, feel his presence looming behind me. Before I even turn around, I know it’s him- it’s like he’s radiating dominant energy. I allow my body to melt back into his, meeting every hard line of his chest and torso as I finally peek up at him over my shoulder. Blue. That’s what color his eyes are. They’re a light greyish-blue, his irises darker around the outer edges. Beautiful, like him.

“You agreed to meet with me today, Sam. Please don’t act like you cannot see or smell me standing right in front of you. What took you so long to answer the door?” Samael rolled his eyes, chuckling underneath his breath as he finally met my gaze. His eyes were a very light baby blue color. Sometimes if he was feeling exceptionally moody, these orange streaks appeared in his irises. When that happened, his eyes resembled bright blue propane flames. Ignoring my question, he stepped back enough to pull the door open the rest of the way so that I could step inside.