Blue Flames Blue Prince Novels & Stories

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "

It’s gone from a shiny gold color to that of iron, making it stand out on the cover. When Buppig comes in, he has a plate of food. “Here Princess, when you didn’t come to breakfast, I wanted to make sure you got some food.” “Thank you, Buppig.” I say as my stomach begins grumbling loudly. I’m just about to show the book cover to Buppig when Ailduin walks into the room. “Leave us.” He says quietly, his eyes holding mine. From the corner of my eye, I see Buppig look at me before he bows his head and walks out of the room.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

Not quickly enough not to pick up the hint of irate and irrational jealousy that flooded the Halfling inherent. As a rule, fae do not lie. Prevaricate, naturally, twist the truth, most definitely. But lying was something they couldn't physically do. "If you say so. I haven't seen any evidence to the contrary." He smirked down at the fiery redhead, his mask slipping for a moment as the Spark flared hot in his chest. "But for now, all the Prince requires of you is a carriage, and horses. That is all." Bailey flicked a dismissive gesture at the stable master and she laughed in response.

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.

LEVI: My word detonates like a bomb in Kookie’s head as she turns with venom in her voice. “What?” Her voice bounces off the wall. If Blue doesn’t wake up, then she really is a deep sleeper, because the echo is high enough to wake the dead. “Kookie, Blue is an alpha princess. She is royalty, and she needs to live like one.” Those are the wrong choice of words, but they have already left my mouth before I can stop them.

Daemon’s POV He hadn't changed a wink since the last time I saw him, which was years ago. He was still tall and lanky, those bright blue eyes taking the room with such ease, rare to find. He had always been that way, taking on life with such excitement. "Balor!" The name fell from her lips easily as he crossed the space. That was when I noticed the flowers in his hands. Tulips. Not exactly Annie's favorite, but there was no way he could have known that.

Vala asked. "That belongs to Blue, the crown prince of the whole supernaturals, I think he will be eating here today. His mother specifically made that chair only for him and that particular design shouldn't be seen anywhere else." Fairy replied and started fanning herself with one of her hands, "Oh my gosh, Blue is coming to eat today another handsome son of King Galore, swear to you that man genes are too good. I just hope I look my best. "Well I like it, and I am going there to sit on it," Vala said and didn't wait for Fairy to say a word before she left for Blue's table. When she sat down, the noisy cafeteria all quieted as every eye in there was on her.

I looked out the windows to catch a glimpse of their arrival. The Crown Prince stepped out from his carriage and held his hand out to his wife the Crown Princess. He was wearing a well tailored blue suit. Deep blue like I imagine the sea to be. Mari had told me stories of the deep blue sea. I imagined one day getting to see it myself once I escaped this house and pack.

Rieka "Have your sisters always been like that?" Seth asked Blue, who was sitting behind us. "Since forever," Blue answered. "They've always been competitive about everything, and they love mind games." I turned around to look at Blue. "So, how come you don't call yourself a prince?"