Blue Bell Moo Bars Novels & Stories

Blair pushed the door in and was greeted by the strong smell of alcohol. It was only 3:00 am. The bar was lively, and people were dancing on the dance floor. There were charming and dreamy lights as well as deafening heavy metal music. Blair scanned the place but did not see any signs of Mable. “Sir, what would you like to drink?” The waiter first sized him up before coming forward to ask him. Blair did not say anything. He only pulled a transparent card from his bag and handed it to her. When the waiter saw it, she took the card and walked to the bar to scan the code on it. Afterward, she returned it to Blair and led him toward the elevator.

She simply stood, steady, waiting. Seris leaned in, voice barely a whisper. “Rules of the territory. She doesn’t know them. She could break one and trigger chaos.” Kael nodded. “She will learn,” he said. “Or she will leave.” By mid-morning, Kael called the village together. A crowd formed quickly, murmurs rising like a tide. Kael raised a hand, and silence fell. Not fear, exactly—more like recognition. Recognition that the Blue Alpha’s presence was final, undeniable.

“You’ll only need a small drop each day. He’ll weaken over time. No one will suspect you. And by the time it’s over, they’ll think it’s an illness.” Bloom’s fingers slowly close around the bottle; it’s cold—unnervingly cold—it’s almost as if it’s alive in her palm. She holds it like it might shatter or burn her all at once. She grabs her face, her fingers digging into her cheeks as she forces their eyes to meet. “Now remember, little omega, one mistake… one slip… and I will make you watch as your mother takes her last breath.” Bloom nods faintly, more tears rolling down her face.

“I’ll be alright. There’s some sort of potion in here that’s supposed to get me through until someone comes to pour me into the back of a truck and take me back.” I chuckled. “How are things at Blood Moon?” He nodded. “Good. Homey. David’s…Well, David.” I laughed. “I know what you mean. Have you been eating well? You’re in new clothes again.” “I think Blue is rage shopping,” he said. “Who’s Blue?”

He looked pissed and disgusted that she would even say that. “We are not Mates. I would never be mates with an ugly, worthless excuse for a wolf. I don’t know who would even consider accepting a loser like you. I, Oscar Barlowe, soon to be alpha of the Dark Moon pack, Reject you, Lilith Brookes, as my Luna and my mate.” Everyone around her started laughing as he walked past Lilith and into Brittany's arms. The entire team quickly tried to make his way to his best friend, who looked to be on the verge of tears, but he wasn't fast enough as Lilith promptly made her way out of the school building.

a barista called out and dropped the order on the counter. I smiled at the quick service, but as I was about to grab the hot cardboard cup, I felt a large hand swoop down on top of mine. I looked up and found myself face-to-face with a tall stranger. He had dark blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief, and his lips curved into a smile that made my heart skip a beat.

I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

Mara mumbled. Again, her mother’s song came to a halt, and the fingers that had been weaving through her hair disappeared. With dread, Mara turned to look up at her mother. A look of concentration flashed across her face before she schooled her features into a smile. “Oh, I must’ve been talking about the full moon, sweetie. It’s nothing to worry about,” her mother reassured her.

“What would you order?” Suddenly, Blue averted her gaze. Pressed on regardless. “I’d order two coffees and a cheese and tomato sandwich—a mocha have-here and a takeaway long black,” Blue took pause. As she did, she scanned the crowd of those who had since begun to queue. Wondered how many suffered the same silent fate as she. Somehow, felt no sympathy for those who did. There were worse fates, she was rather aware. Yet her self-sympathy somehow lingered. “The mocha and sandwich would keep me full until lunch. I’d save the black for mid-afternoon when I get hungry again,”