Edward Bluemel Face Novels & Stories

he said, wanting to walk past him. “Hello,” Edward said with a smile, “you didn’t notice me following you.” The man looked up at him then and was smitten by the man’s beauty, “sorry, I was occupied,” he smiled, “is there a problem?” “Yes, do you remember a lady you offered a drink earlier?” “I’m sorry, I bought drink for a lot of women tonight, which one exactly?” “She had long wavy brown hair and beautiful blue eyes,” Edward described, cursing himself internally at what he was doing but still couldn’t stop himself.

It was the same face of the man in the picture but at the same time, it wasn't. He stood clutching a flowery robe around his bony frame. The robe looked like it had seen better days. His blonde hair was matted and stringy looking. I doubted if he had had it washed in months. As I got closer, his face was gaunt, his cheeks sunken, and there were purple marks under his eyes. But those eyes - they seemed to be the only vibrant thing on his body. They were startling blue and they followed me with an alertness that belied his looks. I wasn't one to get easily irritated. As far as I knew, I was the least irritable person to be around, but as I stepped onto the landing and stood in front of him, th

When his eyes finally met mine I gave him a big smile which he returned tenfold. Emanuel has the best looking smile. It is kind and just warms your heart to look at. I swear I heard someone physically gasp at his smile. I'm sure they're in love with him now, sea witch or not. He's a very good looking guy, with bright blue eyes and light brown hair. He has streaks of light through his hair when he's on the surface. When it's not floating around him, his hair is parted to the right out of his face, defying gravity in a swoop. He has the kindest eyes and sweetest expression. "Hey, Manny." I greeted him.

“Oh no! Not now” Standing there was a middle-aged woman draped in heavy mourning black, her face contorted in a mask of sorrow—yet, as Bluey noted with a flash of irritation, not a single tear was actually falling from her eyes. Her eyes were as dry as a desert. “And you are?” The woman sized her up. Her face was contorted in sheer disgust and she made no effort to hide it. “I'm Bluey. I'm her friend” Bluey intoned calmly.

I looked up at the ceiling with an erratic breath and saw an expensive chandelier with embellished crystals. I thought Edmund would rape me, but he got up on the bed and pulled me into his arms. He made fun of me and cost me nothing at all. "I don't like people who pretend to be." I just looked at him. His face was so close to mine, with rosy cheeks, bright blue eyes, thin red lips, and sideburns that adorned his face. Wrinkles on his forehead are often seen when he is upset. My hand reached out to feel Edmund's thick hair as he, too, stared at me silently.

Roland said still looking at Sicily's face, then his lips curled into a smile. "Don't think she will just accept you when she regains consciousness." Roland was still expanding his lips making Edward feel disgusted, "stop that smile, Ro, and get out!" Roland quickly excused himself, continuing his work to take care of Edward's business in the outside world. Meanwhile in the room, Edward was still quietly leaning against the wall of the bed. His gaze was still fixed on Sicily's face. He still couldn't believe that his partner was a rare and beautiful blind person.

EdwardBlack1794: and btw, I would love to follow you on Twitter cupcake but soon :) I groan. tate_kvngh: Whyyyy?? Why not now? Why does it have to be soon?? I wanna know how you actually look like :/ EdwardBlack1794: sent a photo I waited for the photo to successful load up and when it did, I saw a pair of long legs while one foot was over the other. He was obviously on top of a bed wearing a white bathrobe. I grin. tate_kvngh: I meant your face Eddie. But nice pair of legs though. You make me actually doubt that you're a man ;)

Boy in the bubble by Alec Benjamin. I left the food tip on the table and got out of the cafe. I walked across the street and stood in front of him. He looked up at me with sad and grateful eyes and my jaw ticked at the purple bruise on his left swollen eyes. His good eye was beautiful. It was a mixture of blue and hazel but mostly blue. He had a cute nose and his lips were cupids bow like and slightly pale skin. I admired his red hair that fell on the side of his face from his head warmer.

He was in his mid-thirties, with slightly tanned skin, a strong chin hidden by a short dark beard, a pointed nose, a well-shaped mouth. However, what really attracted attention were his eyes. Deep pearly blue, shadowed by thick, arched eyebrows, they reflected a coldness that was almost frightening. They looked like the eyes of a demon, set in the chiseled face of an angel. “You are Adriel Beaumont,” I said, almost to myself.

His head tilts thoughtfully to the side “You’re just a little girl, for all that trouble” I scoffed “And you’re just a man, an average man” I can’t believe I’m here talking to the puppet master, the bane of my existence “I imagined…more” so much more. He looks to be around Sky’s age. But in my mind, he was a giant, a soulless animal, wicked and cruel with red eyes and sharp teeth. But his eyes are a pale watery blue, his teeth human. His pale blond hair falling into his eyes, I almost laughed, not at all what I imagined. How can someone so ordinary be responsible for so many deaths?