Edward Bluemel Face Novels & Stories

"I have no idea who you are or why you keep showing up." Edward slipped his other hand into his pocket, his eyes narrowing as he studied my face with intense scrutiny. "You really don't remember a single thing, do you?" Liam’s jaw tightened, his eyes darting between Edward and me, realizing the shift in the air. Edward seemed to process the reality of my condition right then and there. The practiced composure slipped, revealing a brief glimpse of genuine calculation behind his eyes. "Fascinating," Edward murmured softly, a dark, amused smile slowly spreading across his lips. "Very interesting."

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.

I was so overwhelmed as I stared, letting tears roll down my cheeks and I took this moment to let my eyes roam over his face. He had a rough face, a few mini scars littered here and there as if to show all the enemies he had fought off over his lifetime, his eyes were crystal blue, they were slightly pale, but held little to no emotions as if they were opaque. I had never seen such blank eyes. He had a light stubble over his chin area and around the bottom of his cheeks, a sharp jawline as well as a medium to a long face. He had a few freckles across his cheeks, barely visible to the world as if faded. So faded, you couldn’t see them if you were far. His hair was dark brown and he seemed to

When he reached his hand out to take it, I snatched my hand away. "I'll give it to my brother-in-law!" I drawled. "Hmm, okay!" This cold shoulder jerk! "By the way, I'm Dane Moore!" He added. Huh! I swallowed hard when he introduced himself. This stupid pervert was my fiance? Edward arrived and rubbed my attention. It was the first time I met Edward Johson. He was walking with an *ssistant stick and half of his face was covered with a leather mask. That should be the famous burning mark on his face.

She pulled Terrence Edmin's sleeve and asked, "what will he do if he gets mad?" Terrence Edmin found it interesting to see her frightened like this. He pinched her cheek and said with a smile, "Vicdor Blake has never made you look like this before..." "It's different. Edward and Edmin seem to be abnormal." Snow Cecy thought that Vicdor Blake was blinded by hatred, but Edward Edmin was different from him She felt that it was the most dangerous for Terrence Edmin and Edward Edmin to face each other like this.

At the same time, she thought to herself, a man who looked perfect from back must also have perfect appearance! Brielle wanted to see his face. However, as she walked closer to the man, she found that he looked familiar. Even the neat haircut looked familiar to her. Wait! Brielle suddenly widened her eyes. Could it be him? Hearing that someone was coming from behind, Edward turned his head slightly and saw a woman approaching him. He recognized her with just a glance. Edward immediately turned around. He stared at the woman who was approaching him and frowned in annoyance. Why was it her again?

Eddie’s POV I was still staring at Amelia’s pictures admiring her beauty. . She was standing beside me in a picture, smiling heartily at me with an air of confidence, her tall and curvy silhouette drawing me closer and can even caught anyone attention even from a distance. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascaded gracefully down her shoulders, catching the light and adding a radiant glow to her overall appearance. Her striking blue eyes sparkled with warmth and enthusiasm, framed by perfectly arched eyebrows that accentuated her facial features. Her complexion was flawless, radiating a healthy and natural glow that complemented her beauty. A subtle touch of makeup highlighted her features, enhanc

CHAPTER SEVEN As the rest of the town was slowly waking up, a lone figure traipsed across the swirling grasslands of The Bluff. Edward Chorley had cropped blonde hair, his mop of fringe hid a whirling scar where, not too long ago, he’d come off second best to a piece of driftwood brandished by a certain Beatrice Beecham. His eyes were ocean blue and glittered with mischief. His right ear poked out more than his left, as though he’d slept on it while it was folded over once too often. His nose was broad, his build stocky, but he was best known for his mean streak, which ran deep and wide.

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.

She took the pizza from him and started feasting on it hungrily "Easy.... "Eden muttered taking an handkerchief from his bag He knelt know so he could be able to touch Bluey face "Easy.... "He muttered again wiping the stain of food from the corner of her mouth His fingers slightly touched her lip. Bluey shivered She felt a weird feelings and connection . She looked up and stared at his cute eyes.....those dark brown eyes "you're handsome "She said and he smirked "just like Papa "He grinned and Bluey couldn't help but giggle