Blue Archive Yandere Novels & Stories

I could tell that Melio's eyes held a flash of pain. "Hi Miss, what's your name?" Black asked giving her a warm smile. "Hello Mr Bl...ack and M...iss Brenda, my name is M..Melio Blanchard ". She said in a shaky voice. This was as a result of my hands digging into her lower back. I dug my fingers into her lower back and at some point started drawing little circles so sensually that Melio became hot and flushed. She was trying her best to find a balance that she almost stumbled on.

Orange bar. A chill ran down Emerson’s spine. Whatever this sex bot was, it wasn’t just a machine. It was something more. And he wasn’t sure he was ready to find out what. All he knew was… he wanted to see more videos of how it all began for ‘Porsche', his sex bot.

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

they hailed back Blue turned to Mania, one of the girls and said “Please Mania let's exchange bars, the blue bar matches my eyes and tail” “Yeah it does. And I'm the only one with yellow here. Mania exchange it with her, let's be in the same class” Livia, a green tailed mermaid quipped “Oh okay! Here you go Blue” Mania said “Awwn.. Thanks a lot. Bye bye” Blue said after receiving the bar. She waved at the girls and swam away

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

"We have confirmation of a new development at Lot 27. There is a lady in the house, and she is decidedly not a maid." Qye clenched her teeth. "Anna? Is that who you mean?" "No, no, not the stubborn sister," Specter dismissed. "This one is... somewhat special to the boss. She has caused an unusual ripple in Khaid's security logs, but she is heavily shielded. We only know her name is Bluey. And she is reportedly an aphrodisiac seller." Qye’s lip curled. "An aphrodisiac seller," she muttered, tasting the distasteful description. “Everyone knows Khaid is a sex freak. Having an aphrodisiac seller in the house is not abnormal. Moreover, she could be his personal slut”

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

“Can we be friends?” Katleya shook his hand. “Yes. We can be friends.” Blue smiled. “Nice to meet you. I’m Pierce Blue X. Montenegro.” “And I’m Katleya Yellownora Marie C. Quizo. Nice meeting you, Blue.” They exchanged warm smiles and walked toward their respective departments. Both were happy that, in a short time, they had earned each other’s trust.

Manasseh nodded in agreement and was about to reply when Dale meddled with a holler. “Teacher Yuna, your hair is turning blue!” He pointed to her hair. He thought those blue strands of hers yesterday were permanent, but no, he just watched a white strand turned into blue. Yuna combed her hair with her hand; she did not feel anything strange lately though. “We should probably ask Zyair.” Manasseh suggested and in not less than a minute, Dale sauntered out of the room to find Zyair. “That brat sucks,” Manasseh muttered as she watched the young Yuu’ni ran out of the room.

"But the Board kept the rest. They kept the bone, the blood, and the coldness." I looked across the street. The real Bryan stood among the silver statues. He looked perfect. His white lab coat was crisp, and his eyes were as sharp as diamonds. There was no love in them. There was only the hunger of a man who had finally found his lost property. "Memory is a side effect of the blue energy, Hazel," the real Bryan said. He walked toward us, the silver statues parting for him like a sea of metal. "I let you keep that ghost so you would lead me to the girl. I needed you to think you had a choice. It makes the data more interesting."