Blue Blur Novels & Stories

“And the canvas is colder.” “Good.” Aria turned the rim of her cup. “How’s the light?” “It doesn’t hurt.” He smiled faintly. “No flashes.” “Then we stay there. Ten minutes. At the end we’ll come back on the word ‘blue.’” “Blue?” Kai opened his eyes. “You need a return code too,” Aria shrugged. “Red is the brake. Blue is homecoming. Like it?” “Yes.” He nodded slowly. “Blue.”

“Alright, alright. You’re serious about this. I’ll ask around. Maybe Rhonda or Robbie has a contact. One of them’s bound to know someone who reads the weather.” Raven perked up. “You’d do that?” “Of course,” Cullen said, shrugging. Raven rolled his eyes. “Right. I’ll be sure to leave a cryptic voicemail reminder. You always forget.” Cullen chuckled. “Or better yet, just send him my way when you get the number. Tell them to find me at Blue Heavens. You know, my work address.” Cullen gave him a skeptical look. “Blue Heavens? That’s what you’re calling it now?”

Alex and Uri then go to a "blue" road. It is called "blue" because both sides of the road and the ground are paved with a blue stone that Uri does not know the name of them. It has a rather dark blue color, quite similar to sapphire. Sometimes the wall surface will be reflective, flashing light streaks, seen as very eye-catching. Because the stones gave off blue light, this road without lights could still see the way. Uri felt like he was lost in a fairy-tale world. He never thought that in real life there would be such beautiful architecture, let alone this underground, not to mention the area of kidnappers.

They watched me through the shower glass. I soaped slow. Blind. Exposed. I bent for the soap. And saw it in the drain. Half a contact lens. Blue. Not mine. Not my sister's—hers are brown. Someone else showered here. I stood. Wrapped the towel. Fumbled the tuck. Blind people can't see mirrors. "Your phone," the robot voice said. I reached out. "Where?" "Counter. Left." Wet phone. Cracked screen. I turned on VoiceOver—Siri reading fast, gibberish to them, clear to me.

I yell at him before downing my next shot of alcohol. "That's my supportive best friend, BroBoyBand!" Troy points over to me in pride. I merely laugh when people direct glares at me. I think I might just be starting to get tipsy. Nonetheless, I still get sidetracked when I see two brunettes walking down the stairs that lead to Bell's room. Of course, it's my two girls finally making an appearance. Just like every other guy in this room, my eyes are stuck on the pair, more specifically, AJ. Her blue eyes meet mine from across the room. When she sends me a soft smile, my heart does a weird jump in my chest and I immediately sober up.

"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!"

She found it both touching and slightly ridiculous and did not say so. The Barcelona cherry trees are doing their own quieter version — not the mass spectacle of the Retiro, but the single trees tucked into the Poblenou streets near the warehouse venue, pink and white and entirely right for the occasion. Ferran, in a suit, is Ferran trying, which is to say he has made a genuine effort, and the result is a man who looks like himself in a suit rather than a man who has been replaced by the suit, which is the only acceptable outcome. Laia is in a dress the color of the sea after rain — not blue, not grey, the specific tone between them — and she has paint in her hair that she clearly didn't not

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

I gasp. My eyelids fly open. “What is it?” Mitch asks with great interest. Standing, as well. Blue had not been a hue I’d contemplated, for fear it would meld right into the ocean scenery. No, I want something that grabs and commands attention. I immediately visualize a shade so rich and brilliant, a blue-turquoise so sensational, it truly would be a beacon. Turquoise and white. With a darker blue or possibly black as a faint enhancement around the fringes to make it all pop.

It was made out of glass, beyond which was nothing but the vibrant blue skies. So blue. Noah had never before seen something that blue. Blue. Like Levi’s eyes. Subconsciously, his red-rimmed and watery eyes lowered to meet Levi’s. There was so much emotion conveyed through that blue gaze, but Noah’s currently dull mind couldn’t make sense of any of them. Levi’s eyes locked with his baby’s teary doe-eyes with his long eyelashes wet and clumped together, looking so pitifully bullied. At that moment, Levi felt blinded, his mind and body rumbling, for the devastating image was too much for him to bear.