Edward Bluemel Face Novels & Stories

She will definitely die! Edward closed his eyes and held Clara into his chest tighter. “I love you Clara!” he mumbled which Clara couldn’t hear. She was so traumatized that she was shivering! “We need to get out of here, love! Will you be okay here?” Edward asked cupping Clara’s face while she nodded. Edward pressed his lips on Clara those were painted with his blood immediately. Clara by now has caught up her uneven breathe and calmed down a little only to be horrified noticing Edward’s face full of blood and bruises. His face wasn’t even recognisable. His eyes were swollen and an eyelid was almost closed. Blood was dripping from his mouth and nose. His face changed from fair to purple cove

He dipped two and that was when he realized as horror filled his handsome face. I managed to see the hilarious and bizarre look on his face before I passed out and I don't know why but I was satisfied. Edward slowly got off the bed in a horrific manner. Holy Shit, She's a...she's a damn virgin.

I had never thought I could feel this way, so at peace, so—dare I say it—happy. Carefully, I lifted my head, taking in the sight of Edward’s face. In the soft glow of morning, he looked almost unreal. Strong jaw, slightly tousled hair, thick lashes casting shadows against his cheeks. If the gods had ever sculpted a man by hand, I was convinced they had taken their time with this one. A small, ridiculous smile tugged at my lips as I reached up, fingers hovering just over his face. His eyes fluttered open. I barely had a second to react before I was caught in the full force of those piercing blue eyes, still heavy with sleep but filled with amusement.

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.

He noticed how her countenance was now as white as paper, how her lips had decolored, and how her eyes had become a dark and endless abyss outpouring with despair as they nailed onto him. Her reaction should have immensely gratified him, yet what sprung into his mind instead was the way she had looked in his embrace last night. He recalled how a thin, misty film had dressed her wet eyes, and how the faint scarlet shade had tinged her fair cheeks. She was perfect seduction made in the flesh. At no apparent imperative, Edward suddenly stated, “The faces have been masked. The voices have also been doctored, so they won’t know it’s you.”