Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

Tomato replied turning more red. " No dear, you need to sit beside him otherwise this sweet idiot will keep looking back and I don't want to die so young. Abhi to meri shadi bhi nahin hui.....( I am still to get married yaar). " Vikram said. I looked at Sandhya and now she became red like a beetroot. What is wrong with these girls. They turn red so quickly. " Please Maurvi, save four lives dear. Our lives are in your dainty hands. "

After quite a few moves Nezeira, along with a witty fighting tactic managed to slice off the beasts head. Yihan, stood like a statue, his heart thumped against his chest at a dangerous speed. His eyes were glued to this woman, or vampire. He thought to himself, “So it was you. I saw you back then. But, the eyes? How are they blue? ……….who are you?” Security men poured in swiftly and surrounded Nezeira. She sheathed away her sword, went up to the in-charge and showed the royal i-card. Then she spoke,

My heels echoed against the cold marble—a surface my father adored but I loathed. Not for its beauty, but for the way it betrayed even a single drop of blood. A nightmare for the maids, though they deserved far better after all they’d seen. Soon, I would change that. Once I inherited my father’s empire, they would never have to scrub away another man's sins. Exhaling softly, I ran a manicured hand through my platinum locks, steadying myself. I was heading to my father’s office for a meeting that could alter the balance of power—one contract, one signature, one carefully calculated move. I could not afford a mistake.

I nodded my head doing a mental check on all the things I needed to do before leaving, I need my bags, and a shower, I could still smell the blood. The car came to a stop in front of a building, it was an abandoned cabin surrounded by nothing but trees for miles, it had broken windows, and a huge sign with red paint splattered all over it, that looked almost like dried blood, on the one intact window, the fake blood wrote ‘GET OUT’ a mark in the front that almost looked like a gash.

“And why you care.” Mr. Blue shrugged. “Let’s just say... I’ve always had my ways. And blood matters. Mikhail may be family, but family can be complicated.” Zayn studied him. “You think he’s the traitor?” Mr. Blue laughed. “I never said that.” He reached beside him and poured two glasses of wine from a bottle on the table. He pushed one toward Zayn. “I don’t drink with snakes,” Zayn said simply. “Smart man,” Mr. Blue said, and picked up the glass himself. He sipped. “But I’m not the snake. I’m just... the one who shows you where it’s hiding.”

“You will have to show me the other character of yours because I'm not leaving here without seeing Bensjasmin” “Ma'am, please, kindly take your leave silently and calmly” “Ma'am, kindly leave the doorway so I can go see my relative whose mother just died? Are you a kidnapper? Are you holding her hostage?” She quizzed senselessly. “What are you even saying?” Bluey was being pushed to the edge. Her eyes were a fiery red. Her thoughts were, how entitled and selfish can this woman be? Is this what Bensjasmin deals with all the time in the name of relatives?

Lindsay looked at her watch. “Crap, we need to get out of here, or we will have to come up with something to tell Joe and Abigail,” Lindsay said. “I will take care of that if we need to,” Wren said. “Let’s get back and see how Max and Izzy are doing with Blue.” “Blue?” “Yes, Blue. We found out that not only does he have patches of blue skin, but his blood is the same shade of blue. We started calling him the blue guy and things like that, and it just got shortened to Blue,” he explained.

“Winter. Please don't make this harder than it already is.” I bite down on my lips. Tasting stale blue blood. In some stories, blue blood is given to a brave, strong person. In my world. Blue blood is for the weakest of the weak. Witches barely bleed, and when they do, it's light gray. I guess that's the price for being as weak as me. The powerful make moves and the weak suffer for it. “When?” I ask finally. The silence on her end does nothing but make me more afraid. “Today in a week. This time next week.”

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.