Novel & Cerita Edward Bluemel Face

When the blur came towards me with a look of concern etched on his face and I whimpered knowing those ice blue eyes. “What did they do to you..” Emanuel whispered in horror gently picking me up and pausing when I gave a silent scream “fuck.. ok... OK… let me think. Ok... “ He says in a panic looking around before bending down again and picking me up. “we going to get you healed Oki… you not going to die..” He says reassuringly but I wasn’t sure if he was talking to himself rushing out of the room.

He knew Ed was following him, so he circled around to get behind him. “You're pretty talented too. I had no idea where you disappeared to.” Ed responded to the unusual greeting. “I hope you’re not offended.” The man smiled and removed his sunglasses, revealing an unrealistically handsome face with strikingly blue eyes. “Your eye color is different from what I know.” Ed scowled, surprising the man. “You know my eye color?” “Yes. The photo was clear enough.” Ed nodded. The photo was clear, but it didn’t do justice to his looks. His handsomeness couldn’t be captured in a photo.

"Big meanie! Big meanie!" But this time, Samuel didn’t seem to mind at all. Instead, he carefully cupped Eddie’s face, examining him inch by inch. As he looked, the coldness on his face gradually turned into confusion. My heart clenched. Eddie’s eyes and mouth resembled mine. At first glance, anyone would say we looked alike. But only I knew that his eyebrows and nose were almost identical to Samuel’s.

However, I set aside the whole truth and simply respond, "I don't blame you. But you have to face the world, even when it sucks sometimes." "All the time," he corrects, tearing off the plastic from his frozen pastry and placing it in the toaster. I slide my bowl of chips into the microwave. "Flip your camera," I instruct. With a sigh, Blake rotates the camera, finally showing his face on the screen. His sharp jaw structure, messy brown hair, expressive amber eyes, and a Hobbit T-shirt over checkered boxers come into view. He was once hailed as a ‘classic beauty’ as a child, and that hasn't changed.

Clara continued to whisper and Edward frowned. He looked into Clara’s eyes and said with concern though a smirked played on his lips, “Oh! Are you sure?” Edward’s eyes naturally scanned Clara’s body from her face to her breasts and down to her private part below before it returned to her eyes. Clara was blushing red.

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.

She remained poker-faced, lowering her eyelids and remaining seated, turning a blind eye to the reaction from the man next to her. The man, however, grabbed her jaw and forcefully lifted her face upwards. After a few moments of studying her menacingly, he turned back to Edward. “That’s it?” He asked with a half-smile, “And I thought that she was some kind of drop-dead gorgeous babe! Ed, don’t you think that only inexperienced boys would fall and be crushed by her hands? And she’s dealt with three at once! Have they not seen women before?” Edward lifted his gaze and stared silently at him. His eyes were apathetic.

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.