Edward Bluemel Face Novels & Stories

"My back is in pain." "There is no more space to move around. Why don't you turn around and face on this side," he suggested. Ella follows his suggestion and slowly turns around. Now she is facing him and for the first time, she was able to see his face up close. She just now realizes how perfectly symmetrical Edward's face was. He has bristly eyebrows and well-defined cheekbones. His unfathomable, golden brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his fair complexion. He has this charisma that is very captivating that she couldn't take her eyes off him. Edward was too close to her that she could smell her fresh minty breath and his expensive perfume.

" 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."

Yet between them remained a void that neither had crossed. The first flash came without warning. A loud click. The camera’s strobe illuminated Amara’s face, and she flinched reflexively, pressing her lips into a thin line. Edward’s composure remained impeccable. He adjusted his stance ever so slightly, chin raised, eyes scanning the scene with measured detachment.

His voice was dry and shaky. Even though Bluebird's face no longer bore the hideous scar that once ran across her entire face…

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 engraved their faces in my mind, their mocking leers and chuckles. One of them was particularly familiar. For how could I forget? Rex Bluemoon. The Beta of the Bluemoons whom we thought died. Trails of blood were the only thing found in his secret room along with a large hole on the wall. He still looked the same. A smug smile still played on his face.

I shake my head, “You know I don’t. I can’t believe you look fit, even like that,” He air-kisses the camera. I hate how that little gesture makes my stomach flip and my face warm up. It’s strange, to see his face not framed by his bouncy curls. His cheekbones are more prominent, and now his eyes are the main focus of his face. They’re usually outshined by the colour of his hair, but now the blue stands out against his tawny skin. I watch him as he proceeds to tell me about his meeting with our friends in detail, and then how Muppet seemed to be waiting for me to appear at some point since we were in familiar territory.