Blue Covers Novels & Stories

She can barely speak Spanish, and she's been my best friend for well over six years now. Smirnov stops by my chair and pulls a purple coconut boba from his carrier. "Here you go," he says, setting it on the desk. "Thanks," I look at the cup from Honey's Cafe. The coffee in the carrier is from a different place. Why would he go to two different places just to get me boba? And how does he know what I like to drink? "This is what you like, yes?" "Yeah. Thanks," I say with a nod.

IRIS “Meet your new brother.” “What?” No, no, no, I might be dreaming. This is not true. “Jade, you’re here!” Mr.Daves suddenly showed himself and greeted us with the biggest smile I have ever seen from him. He was, like Sage, wearing a white shirt filled with blue and purple paint. “I’m so sorry, had you been waiting long? We were doing last minute customization of your rooms. We have specially colored them according to your names, I hope you’ll like—Oh!” Mr.Daves couldn’t continue his words when Skye suddenly ran up to him and embraced him.

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

The soft blue and white color scheme invoked a sense of serenity, echoing the natural beauty of the mountains that surrounded us. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the Blue Mountains, their peaks dusted with snow, standing tall and majestic against the clear sky. The sight was enough to take your breath away, the sheer beauty of nature laying claim to your senses, the tranquility seeping into your soul.

The graphics were terrifyingly real, and Uriel would only ever admit it just this once. The red matched the slight hue in the corner of the painting on his wall. Beautiful. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Three steps in, and V was three steps out. He backed away as the player named 'Blue' approached him. Blue. Where had he heard that name before? He pondered, but he could only think so deep when a forty three inch blade was threatening to pierce him. Blue. Blue; a lone hue. A cold shade. Blue.. I remember now.

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold

Why would Nivea's blood contain a blue color? He shook his head and pushed in another needle, pulling it out afterwards. What could've possibly happened to her out there? He couldn't help but wonder. A Wolf's blood containing blue wasn't a good sign at all;- could never be a good sign. And unfortunately, he couldn't even tell what it meant. If only she could just flip her eyes open and tell them what had happened to her out there; if only she could just do it - there wouldn't be a problem.

I urged "The table.... the door.....the clock......and.....uh- you?" I smiled, brushing his damp hair away from his face. "Mention three blue things you can see" I said. "The painting---my shirt--- your---" His rapid breathing slowed down. "Your eyes" he breathed. I embraced him and he held onto me. "It's okay. You're okay" I whispered, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry-- I--" "Sh-- it's fine. Just breathe" He nodded. Soon, his breathing evened out. I could tell that he'd fallen asleep.

Iris wiped my come with her panties, and now she went commando. “I bet it is,” Gael muttered. Jesus! We’re busted! “Never heard of clear urine,” Dr. Hull chortled, clearly everyone knew, and now they were teasing us. “Clear as amber? Red or pink, or orange? It could be like cola or blue, green.” “There’s blue urine?” I asked and thought the old doctor was messing with us. “Yes. From food dyes and medical conditions like benign Hypercalcemia. Green is when you have Pseudomonas.”

He does not move, yet the space trembles. Faint light catches his gaze before it reaches me. Not like I remember - never gentle with curiosity, never holding back a smile. Their color sits like frost that bites, sharp and cobalt. Blue takes over, cold and still. They’re what I’ve looked at that took my breath away more than anything else.