Blue Bloods Loose Lips Novels & Stories

F-ck! Gritting my teeth, I turned to Laura and saw a playful smirk in her lips. She slowly walked towards me. I attempted to escape but darkness has completely consumed me. Damn this evil witch! ***Blue's POV I was constantly biting my bottom lip while waiting for Nicholas to come. I was so shocked when he asked me out. Nicholas seems to be planning something and it's killing me in so much excitement. I chewed my bottom lip as I thought of our date. What is he planning tonight? Is he gonna surprise me?

I was shaken by their meanness. “What's going on here?” Dark asked seriously. The two fell silent as Chacha while sipping the lollipop. I gasped and shook my head. “My lollipop! Red and Queen want to take it, it's a good thing I got it. ” Blue said happily and looked at his hand where the lollipop he had been holding earlier was. He stared and looked for his lollipop, he saw it while Chacha was licking it. “What the— how?!” he asked in shock while still pointing at Chacha.

"The meeting is tomorrow." "What?, Tomorrow's too sudden, I don't even have enough time to prepare." "I'm sorry, it came sudden to me too. I'm really sorry." "Okay." ____________________________ "Excuse me ma'am." "Yes, how may I help you?" "I'm officer Tyler, and this is my partner." He pointed at the man bedside him and he also introduced himself and showed his badge. "We're from the LVMPD." "Okay?," "Are you Miss Hazel Jones?"

One shot showed them leaving the Dragon’s Den, another as they entered a car, and the final one as they disappeared into the Starlight Heights. Chloe stared at the photos. She remembered her conversation with Lulu—Lulu said Blueberry didn't look injured. Xavier was carrying her because she was "traumatized," or perhaps... because the drug had taken effect? The camera was too far to see Blueberry’s face clearly, but her arms were wrapped tightly around Xavier’s neck, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder in a pose of absolute intimacy. Suddenly, a loud "hiss" erupted from the stove. The soup had boiled over, spilling across the burner. Chloe snapped back to reality, lunging to turn off

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.

The Marianne sitting across from me tonight wasn’t looking for flaws; instead, she looked like a grandmother trying to connect with her granddaughter. Beside me, Adrian seemed more relaxed than he had in years. Occasionally, our eyes met, but we didn’t say anything. We didn’t need to; the evening already felt strange enough. By the time dessert arrived, Blue was struggling to hide a yawn. The sight immediately made me smile. She tried fighting it, but it kept failing Another yawn followed thirty seconds later; this one was even bigger. Marianne noticed. “So much for winning the battle.” Blue frowned.

It was from an old series that had been popular two years back. “I spotted this blind box while passing a shop. Weren’t you into this kind of thing?” Ben’s tone was offhand. I stared at the plushie. He remembered it wrong. Mikayla was the one with a thing for blind boxes. Two years ago, Mikayla bought an entire case of blind boxes, desperate to get the hidden edition. She dumped the plushies all over the floor once she was done. I was simply there to pick up after her. Ben took it that I loved the plushies.

My eyes widened, my hand still holding the door knob, and my mind struggled to grasp unto what I was seeing. Andrew was on his knees on the cold floor, bright red blood trickling down the edge of his forehead, and there was a host of suited men standing around the dressing room. "Andrew!" I turned, and sure enough, Leone was sitting on the large couch, his legs crossed, a cigar dangling off the edge of his lips. He wore a dark smile as his eyes met mine, and he slowly removed the cigar from his lips. "You would think getting married would definitely change the dynamics with your little secret fuckboy, Ginevra. You are braver than I thought."

It could be his imagination, but it always felt that the air around them had a higher moisture content. “Boss is waiting for you”, he smiled gratifyingly at the group and pointed to the door with the giant star on it that he had just exited from. “Thank you, Philip.” The man in blue was shocked that this man still remembered the name he had mumbled out of habit after seeing them shocked to their guest star in a wheelchair. The red-haired man looked easy to get along with, although a bit mischievous, but compared to the other men, this man seemed more grounded.

The takeout container in front of me was untouched, my appetite long gone. He walked in, his tie already loosened, and immediately noticed my expression. “Isla? What’s wrong?” I looked up at him, my throat tight. “I lost the deal, Adrian.” His brow furrowed as he sat down beside me. “What deal?” “The agency partnership I’ve been working on for months,” I said, my voice trembling. “They pulled out. Just like that. No warning.” Adrian didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he reached for my hand, his grip warm and steady. “I’m so sorry, Isla. I know how hard you worked on this.”