Edward Bluemel Face Novels & Stories

He still wore the same expressionless face, and the two top buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing his Adam’s apple. Blair stared at her, his bony fingers holding a cigarette with white smoke curling around. A wicked smile played on his lips when he met her gaze. Mable frowned at him. It seemed like he was deliberately waiting outside for her. She ignored him, washed her hands, and prepared to leave. However, Blair blocked her way. “You looked so happy with Alec. Why are you pulling a face when facing me?” Mable stared at him, her tone cold and aloof. “What face do you want me to have when facing you? Do you want me to smile? Are you worthy?”

Edward said casually but firmly. The girl named Felicia was silent for a while, then suddenly her laughter broke out. "Ha ha ha. I've heard jokes like this so many times, but somehow they almost never bore me. Thank you for making me laugh," Felicia said. Edward lowered his body, bringing his face closer to Felicia's, who was still in a sitting position. The two of them looked into each other's eyes. There was one thing that made Edward feel a little strange. Well... just a little. Usually, other women who received his gaze, would immediately blush or try to turn their attention in another direction because they were wrong.

Is there a big difference between my makeup-free face and my makeup face? I take out a mirror from my bag and look at my face in the car. Maybe because I am in a good mood, my cheeks are rosy and I look healthy. At 6 PM, Freddy and I arrive at the restaurant. We go upstairs to the second floor, and Blaney immediately recognizes Freddy's new wife... me! Blaney's expression seem to say, "My soul has left my body. The world has gone silent. Everything around me is distorted and then returns to normal."

“What do you want?” “Anything. As long as it’s delicious. Kat? I’m covering my mole now.” When Blue said that, Katleya looked up at the ceiling to stop her tears from falling. She felt ashamed of being caught crying again. When Blue stepped out of the bathroom, the mole on his face was gone. “Kat,” he said calmly. “Don’t be sad. It’s me. Red.” Katleya turned to face him, struggling not to sob. Tears welled up in her eyes.

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!

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