Edward Bluemel Face Novels & Stories

Rachel's face began to heat up as two clouds of red spread on her face. An undeniable fact was that Edward was flawlessly handsome. No wonder so many women had fallen for him. She pushed against Edward in fake righteousness. "Edward Bluemel, please let go of me, I will scream!" Edward broke into a grin at the threat. "Scream away. Even if reporters and a crowd gathered here, they would only think that you're Rue and that we were having a couple spat."

"And the conversation has come to an unfortunate end because my friend can't be polite enough to invite me in, so she has decide to attack me with an array of hazardous biology terms that'd certainly make me bleed here on the road." "Maybe that's because I don't want my father to distort your already pale face due to winter into the various wall hangings of the fish pouts." Edward looked strained and possibly worried as well. "I'm sure I can bear the damage. Though I'm not in favour of spreading malicious selfies of those wounded pouts on my face." "I'm sure your Fanclub would pay me millions for those." "So, am I being invited in then?" Edward started to move, but Emily caught his hand. He

"I don't see any mark until now, and you said I looked like someone. Who's that? And why are we just meeting for the first time? What happened to me?" "Come," he beckoned to me, leading me around more paintings. I passed many pictures of Avery and many more women I believed weren't her but looked so much like her. Then Edward stopped as we arrived at a lone painting. He was also in the painting, but that wasn't what got my attention. It was the woman beside him, heavy with a child and a bright smile on her face. This woman had dark blue eyes and waist-length blonde hair, just the exact shade as mine blonde-her facial shape and every one of her features startlingly looked like mine.

Their faces were troubled, their eyes clouded with concern. As they walked to their seats at the back of the classroom, our eyes met, Eden's and mine. But he didn't flash me a smile; instead, he looked away, his expression unreadable. Eden, with his chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, seemed to be the most jovial of the three brothers. His bright, captivating smile could light up an entire room, and his sharp jawline accentuated his carefree demeanor.

His head was practically buried in my chest. I blushed and released him, trying to appear calm, my feet scrambling in the stream to find the riverbed, ready to walk ashore. However, from the corner of my eye, I noticed that the skin on Edward's face looked strange. Where his cheek met his hairline, faint, wrinkle-like folds appeared. I turned back and reached out to him. For some reason, Edward froze, not making any move to dodge my hand, allowing me to grasp and pull. Following those folds with my fingers, I applied force and actually pulled off a mask!

Blue muttered and covered his face when the light hit his face. "Oh. So you're awake." A very familiar voice spoke. Kulv! Blue thought and immediately sat up. "Ugh !" he cried when his head hit something. "Oww..." he heard Kulv cry as he held his forehead. "What a masochistic way of waking yourself up, Blue." He told him. Blue opened his eyes and his face went red when he found that he was face to face with him. His face is so close! He thought. He felt his heart leap when he saw him smile.

Something like that would only piss Ophelia off. While I wasn’t opposed to her anger, that wasn’t the only thing I wanted. A few minutes after chatting up the blonde male Ophelia stomped off with a pouty little scowl in place. She probably thought she looked threatening. I happened to find the expression familiar. It was the same one she wore that day I made her pretty bottom all black and blue. Her companion turned his head giving me a clear view of his face. Edward Van Houten. If the square jaw and yellow hair weren’t an immediate giveaway it would’ve been his nasal laugh, just a few decibels too loud to not be awkward, and the air of superiority he clung to as desperately as he clung to m

Baby blue eyes look out from below a mop of dirty blonde hair that looks as though he is confused about whether he wants to have a mullet or try to style it into a punk/gothic style with spikes all over his head. He has a narrow angular face, and his lips are pinched making him look like he has sucked on too many Lemons. He is tall, like Lance, but he is not nearly as muscular, and Lance has filled out more over these last months which is why he finds it so easy to carry me everywhere.

He doesn’t look at all like the man I’ve been envisioning this whole time, which is probably why it’s easy for me to stand here and not faint like I initially thought I would. “Amen,” Reynold says as he opens his eyes. They’re a striking blue, like his son’s, but they’re softer. Kinder. I feel sick to my stomach. For years, I’ve imagined a mean face. But this man…this man is dying. He’s not the monster I’ve been seeing this whole time. That’s the part that gets me. I set the fruit salad down on the table and this attracts someone’s attention. Edmund’s. His expression is unreadable as I meet his gaze, right before I step back.