Edward Bluemel Face Novels & Stories

I stared at the thing sitting next to me. It had Bryan’s face. It had his smile. It even had the way he tilted his head when he was thinking. But the blue circles in its eyes were dead. They did not blink. They did not show warmth. They just looked at me like a camera looking at a scene.

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.

That smile dropped when he saw me. "You're not the pizza guy." I said. "And you're not Chloe." He said in a thick British accent. My brain quickly processed what's happening. This guy, standing in front of me, may or may not be Blondie's ex. "God I'm starving where's th- Edward?" I heard Blondie say from behind me; disbelief evident in her tone as she said his name. The smile that was plastered across his face two seconds ago came back and it's wider as soon as his eyes landed on the person behind me. I wanted to desperately shut the door in his face and wipe that stupid smile.

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.

Drew looks at me and says, "I didn't know you could sing so well." A hot flush reaches down my cheeks and neck. I know if I could see myself in a mirror , I would have looked like a tomato for sure. "Eyes on the road, Grandma." I said and chuckled. He chuckled too. I swear, I was appalled when I heard it, as I have never seen him laugh. He rarely smiles. I turned to look at him. His sole focus is on the road as he drives. I turned my head and gazed out the window. I can't stop the smile that creeps up on my face.

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?

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