Edward Bluemel Face Novels & Stories

I may have even moaned. The chair in front of me made a sound, causing me to open my eyes, wider than I imagined because here in front of me was Adam, in a plain blue shirt that had the sleeves all rolled up around his elbow which made his arm muscles pop out. Don't stare at him Elizabeth But you want to I want to but I know I shouldn't stare at him I moved my eyes from his chest and stared at his face. It had a cold expression and his lips in a thin line.

He'd spent the past two days letting it all out, but there was no guarantee he wouldn't run off looking for Macie again. … Half an hour later, Nathan showed up for work at Fowler Group, breakfast in hand for Edward like he did every morning. But the second he pushed open the office door and caught sight of Edward's face, he froze. Edward's eyes were swollen to the size of walnuts. They were bloodshot, and he had dark circles that were so bad, it made him look like a damn panda. His lips were pale, and his whole face was colorless. He looked absolutely wrecked.

Though she had resolved to face whatever came next, she couldn’t shake the fear that still simmered beneath her confidence. She turned quickly. There he was. Edward. He stood by the doorway, watching her. Their eyes met. She held her breath, bracing herself for whatever was to come. His face was unreadable. No anger, no pity, no warmth, just an emotion she couldn’t quite place. His gaze lingered on her face, taking in the red streaks from Mabel’s slap. The marks were so fresh, so deep. Mabel must have hit her hard. Edward’s fists tightened involuntarily. No physical assault, yet the marks on her face told a different story.

" And introduce her to the folk." "Will do Pathan." Edward replies as he puts more pressure on his hold, and after giving the so-called Pathan, another curt nod he almost drags me to the other side of the room in all silence towards the group of people. "Edward..." A man in light blue suit notices him first. He has light blue eye, blonde hair, and he has a powerful presence. But the most important thing about him is his resemblance with the Pathan. The eyes, the skin and even the structur resembles the Pathan.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

Edward embraces Jhin, and fills him with his blood, the boy only cries disconsolate, trembling with fear. “Daddy, let me go, I'm so scared” Jhin is trembling and is even more terrified when he sees himself full of blood. “Greis, take him away and change him, please, sonny, forgive me”. “Edward, I think it is necessary that we go with Bruno to a hospital, they are both badly wounded," Angie tries to persuade Edward. Edward goes to his room, he looks in the mirror and sees his face completely bruised, he goes to his bathroom and with the first aid kit he tries to heal his face.

When Edward finally let Luther stay, they all turned their gazes towards me making me flinch and shiver for some reason. Edward sat on his chair intertwining his fingers with a serious yet elegant look. Despite being in his late 60's, Edward still has his handsome face, powerful aura, and youthful looks like he's still in his late 30's like how a human would look in that age. He intently gazed at my brown orbs with his dark blue ones, which sent shivers down my spine before finally asking his first question.

But before they could reach us, James glanced at me one last time with that cold smirk before he walked away. I dropped to my knees beside Edward, my hands trembling as I touched his bleeding face. “Edward,” I whispered, tears falling. “Please…” He groaned, holding his side. “I’m okay…”

I could tell that Melio's eyes held a flash of pain. "Hi Miss, what's your name?" Black asked giving her a warm smile. "Hello Mr Bl...ack and M...iss Brenda, my name is M..Melio Blanchard ". She said in a shaky voice. This was as a result of my hands digging into her lower back. I dug my fingers into her lower back and at some point started drawing little circles so sensually that Melio became hot and flushed. She was trying her best to find a balance that she almost stumbled on.

The camera man was insistent as he tried to scurry backwards away from the body. Cilyna, having a flashback from her little excursion in the woods with Kaynon, cautiously walking over to the man trying to hide behind his camera. She looked down, and sure enough, the eye blinked. The pupil growing bigger then smaller to reveal a red iris. The mouth twitched into a grotesque grin to reveal what she knew was hidden behind those lips, fangs. She looked at the rest of the body as screams echoed from each side of the street. It was trying to pull it's self back together. The camera man fainted. "What the hell is this!" The Chief's deep voice had a tinge of panic ringing in it.