Edward Bluemel Face Novels & Stories

I said to his blank face. I got startled when Blake appeared on our sight. “What’s with the commotion?” he inquired as soon as he comfortably placed himself on the couch. Ethan transferred his position from mine to his and stared sternly at Blake, who was now wearing a plain gray shirt and a faded blue short pants. He looked at me, confused. I shrugged my shoulders as a response. “Don’t move, dude,” he spat, holding his rugged face. “Is there something wrong with my face?” Ethan didn’t reply, instead he stretched Blake’s ocean blue eyes in wide circles and scanned his face side by side.

Ellena turned back to look at him and then looked at the little boy in the photo. The boy in the photo smiled brightly. There was not a trace of gloom in his eyes. It was hard to imagine that Edward would be like this more than ten years later. He was handsome, but there was always a haze in his eyes that ordinary people could not understand. His temper was volatile. Once he encountered something related to his mother, he became ruthless and vicious. If possible, everyone wanted to be happy. However, Edward was forced to become like this. How bad could a person's heart be?

He immediately put it on the middle finger. Gradually, the sun's rays began to fade away. However, his previous blistered skin still stings and hurts. "Arghh damn!" he growled holding the wound on his neck. "Are you okay?" Edward who was still crouched stared at the feet of someone in front of him. Then he looked up to see who it was. A beautiful woman with long hair was standing in front of him. White skin and beautiful blue eyes made him stare for a moment. Before his father's voice came back.

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

she said. "Yes my love. I'm so sorry we had to hide your memories of any supernatural beings." I said with deep sadness seeping through our link. She winked at me and smiled at me. Yay! I'm forgiven. I think. Rose and Jupiter changed back to their human forms. "I missed you Blue!" Rose said rubbing her cheek on Aimee's. "Yes, so much Blue!" Jupiter said mimicking his sister's actions.

Maybe with everything going on, Michael simply needed a good hug. With one look Edwardo knew if any kind of relationship became of this, he was going to have a hard time saying "no" to anything when Michael made that particular face, no matter the circumstances. The way his brows slanted upward, the way his lip stuck out ever so slightly, those gorgeous melting blue eyes... He gave himself a mental slap and pulled Michael to his chest.

Betha also stopped, a little surprised, and said in a low voice to Anne Jenner: "Mr. Mitchell, how can you be in here to meet Mr. Mitchell, he sounds very handsome, let me take a look?" Anne Jenner pushed Betha a little: "How do you feel?" "Look." Betha pulled Anne Jenner as a footbed, resulting on the sculpted screen, with two small holes, the sculptures of animal eyes, two people just enough for each person. One look, saw Edward Mitchell reluctantly leaning against the wall, biting his cigar in his mouth, sucking hard, releasing a puff of smoke, he was holding a card, his peach eyes were emotionless, his eyelashes were very small and impatient , it can be seen that the mood is really not g

A genuine smile plays on my lips as I walk down the church aisle and face Edward, hoping his eyes will smile back at me. Finally, as I reach the altar, my gaze meets Edward's firmly, and my smile fades as I notice the expression on his face. His eyes, once filled with promises, now display a hardness that makes me hesitate. He watches me intensely, his gaze penetrating the depths of my soul. The familiarity of his features contrasts with the emotional distance he seems to create at this moment.

My eyes widened as I noticed an older woman, of small build with her hips cocked and brows knitted together. Edward had similar features to her, especially the colour of their eyes. My lips parted at the realisation. “Ma?” ***