Blue Bloods Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And that will provide me with the cover I need. But before I go, I need to get some work done for my clients. I need to clear the backlog for me to focus fully on my mission in Blue Blood, it is in Meg's interest. I can no longer sit back and watch her continue to suffer from her desire to be with her mate. Mates cannot stay apart for so long, and the rogue Alpha should know that. I have to do this for my best friend, as she is too proud to approach him. So here I am again, my laptop on the table.

Maverick's POV “Huh?” I repeated. “What's wrong?” I closed the file I was holding, and I was planning to stand up to meet Blue. She looked tired and angry, but I couldn't place what it all had to do with me. I hadn't even crossed my boundary, I was on the couch. “Don't make me repeat myself. Leave now!” Blue growled at me, and the red in her eyes showed up. Just when I had thought that we were finally having a connection of some sort, she does this?

Vlaira angrily tossed the book down on the table, her tone irritated, "Oh my god, Hana. You needed to draw your blood and drip it into the Blue pot. It would happen on its own, and you would know its choice. Got it now?" "Okay, thanks, Vlaire." Vlaire didn't bother to respond to Hana. He arrogantly turned off the contact before Hana continued to talk. Hana slit a small line from her fingertips with a knife and touched into Blue pot. In an instant, each slow jet of blood spread and dissolved and completely disappeared. While Hana was thinking about the outcome, a red light burst out and surrounded her. Hana was swept into the foggy void. She stood still and confirmed that this was Blue's spir

Bianca turned over on the bed as though the silk beneath her could not contain the restlessness in her bones. Her limbs tangled, her breath came shallow and quick, and her thoughts moved like knives precise, hungry, and unstoppable. The moon outside painted the room in a cold, indifferent wash of light, but inside her chest a different light had begun hot, dangerous, and greedy. My son has blue eyes, The thought pulsed through her like a promise and a threat. Blue the color of storm-tide, of things that did not belong, blue that belonged to legends and lineage, to masters who recognized blood and wanted to own it.

“I wonder how Dex will feel when he finally discovers that. I hope my husband will gladly put a bullet in that bitch’s face. She deserves it.” Julian lifted his head slowly, eyes narrowing. He tried one last bluff, voice steady despite the pain. “You think you’ve won?” he said. “I wonder how Dex will feel when he finds out you abducted me. We were almost married once, you know. Before everything went to shit. He loved me. Really loved me. You’re just the replacement he settled for because he couldn’t have me.” Elian didn’t flinch. He simply looked at Julian with that same unhinged, amused smile.

"Don't just wipe it, girl. Pack it into the track of the wound. Use your fingers. You have to find the source of the arterial bleed and apply direct pressure. Elara, hold his legs up. Keep whatever blood he has left in his torso." I grabbed Dante’s boots, my hands sliding against the leather because they were already slick with his blood. I lifted his legs, propping them against my chest, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I couldn't stop looking at his face. He was so pale. The tan of his skin had faded into a sickly, translucent gray, and his lips were turning a faint, terrifying shade of blue. "I'm pressing! I'm pressing, but it's not stopping!" Sophia cried, her chest heaving as

she said lightly, her voice just shy of convincing. Dorian’s piercing blue eyes narrowed. He stepped closer, folding his arms as he studied her carefully. “You can fool anyone else, Irwin, but not me seriously. Your face is pale Irwin, and your energy... Is off, just mere looking at you Irwin. What is wrong?”

"The ring was for Red's mom. The last time we visited her, she'd painted her nails blue" It clicked. Red's mum was dead. My heart broke at the sound of Red throwing up in the other bathroom. Lee groaned and slid down the wall, rubbing his eyes. He was crying quietly. Instantly, I felt the tears well up my eyes. What sort of monster does such a thing?

I went back to her room again. She had already taken a bath. The dress she was wearing has very small sleeves. I could see bruises forming on her hand. My blood started boiling but I kept cool on outsides.

“Oh come on, it will be fun right when you know you cannot stop from kissing me back and would like to go deeper—“ “Okay, I think I have my deal of this,” I said before I was putting the syringe to his vein. I pushed it through his skin as Aaron gasped. I did not think it would hurt him but I guess he was a human after all. I pulled the syringe before the blood was filling the syringe. It was blueish red that gave the name of blue blood. It was not like abalone but it was considered blue. “Now, that’s settled. Time for the payment of my sample,” he said before I was putting my hands on his chest. I did not move it but somehow it was moving on their own.