Blue Lock Age Novels & Stories

(Book 1 of Exodus Series) Azalia Davis works as an undercover agent. She's a high ranking agent and everyone feared her, even their agency. Rumors have it, she was traumatised by her past that she cannot control her hunger over blood and violence. Her missions were always easy not until she was assigned in a VIP mission that involved protecting a very annoying man who goes by the name Zakael Dela Priego. Will he be able to tame the fire raging inside her, or will he choose to get burned instead?

When Nerina Onasis and her friends go on an all-girls vacation to Bermuda for her 30th birthday, they expected to sit and relax sipping drinks on the beach during the day and enjoying the night life during...well the night! What happens when the group of friend's meet strange men while out touring an old tavern on the island? And why do these men seem oddly familiar to them? Crack open the book to find out.

There is an abandoned cottage in the hills. Neel and Ishita go on a trip to the hills in the hope to fix their broken marriage. They decide to stay in that cottage. But when they reach there, strange things start to happen. Ishita's behavior start to change as if she knows something more than she is saying. what is she hiding? what is the story behind the cottage in the hills?

Special Agent Violet (sometimes Secret Agent Violet) is one of the FBI's best agents. She's very good at deducing people and observing things most people missed. She's socially inept with no friends. She's very dedicated and loves her work...so much. The word love is alien to her. Relationships were nothing for her. She just needs work, work, work, and work. Her heart was stone-cold. "Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress." She's a special agent. And she's Violet.

Son of a wealthy southern plantation owner, Vince Hart, is a well known womanizer. When he is caught in a compromising position with his lover he is forced to make a choice- leave Vivian's reputation ruined or marry her. He chooses marriage, and for a while he and Vivian enjoy marital bliss, but dark clouds are gathering on the horizon as the Civil War is brewing. Called to serve, Vince goes off to war and adventure, leaving his wife and unborn child home alone. What will he return to, if anything?

Alpha Jaden Anderson, the ex-rogue turned alpha of the Bluemoon pack, has a radically different approach to running things and finding a luna. Only the best will do. He needs the strongest, fastest, and most beautiful to hell with the fate. He's taken 6 women, a mix from his pack and others, competing in the first luna games. After a series of tests to eliminate the weak, the winner claims their prize as Luna of the Bluemoon Pack. Jaden's got big plans with the luna games - it's his way of making a name for himself with the other alphas while searching for a mate. He invited all the single alphas and betas to spectate. Will the other alphas view the luna games as a success or will they see Jaden as nothing more than a laughingstock rogue? With his reputation on the line, once he’s found his luna. Will she even accept him? The problem is, once a rogue, always a rogue, and Jaden is no exception. Once he's got his luna, he better put on the charm or his secret's gonna be spilled, and this time it's gonna be his heart at stake.

Our marriage is falling apart and there's need to spice it up. An open marriage for 2 weeks can help, right? But let's not forget the rules, after all not everything is open in an open marriage.

We agreed we were going to spend Christmas together as a family of three. I briefly stepped out to grab my daughter’s Christmas gift, but quickly realized that I had forgotten my keys. However, when I came back, I was locked outside the villa. I rang the doorbell countless times, but no one came to let me in. Through the glass window, I saw my daughter happily smiling in the arms of my wife’s childhood friend who had returned from overseas. “Uncle Jones, you smell so nice. Not like my dad. He’s always sweaty and smells so gross. I don’t even want to spend Christmas with him!” My wife, Lily Quinn, looked at them indulgently and agreed. “Your dad hasn’t seen much of the world. He really doesn’t know how to celebrate holidays properly.” I froze in place as my fingers turned cold. Yara turned and saw me outside the window. Her face was filled with disgust. “What are you staring at? Why are you standing outside like some monster? You almost scared me to death! You’re not like Uncle Jones at all. He’s so elegant and well-mannered!” However, ten years ago, I was a top sales director at a well-known multinational company. Back then, I had the chance to be transferred to New York. Yet Lily unexpectedly got pregnant and suffered severe reactions. She was at constant risk of miscarriage. I voluntarily gave up that opportunity to take care of her and our daughter. Now, that sacrifice had somehow become undeniable proof of my uselessness. I took a deep breath and threw the Christmas gift I had bought for my daughter into the trash. Then I messaged someone saved in my contacts as “Apprentice”: [Is that overseas position you mentioned a few days ago still available?] The reply came almost instantly: [Of course! Mr. Lane, as long as you’re willing to come back, you’ll always have a place waiting for you!]

On Halloween, I was secretly reunited with my long-lost mafia parents. They offered to take me home, but because I couldn't bear to leave the three brothers in my foster family, I refused to go with my parents. Getting back home, I changed into the white dress and bracelet given to me by my brothers as gifts. However, this triggered the jealousy and crying tantrums of their biological sister, Tiana. To avoid putting my brothers in a difficult position, I agreed to take off the dress and bracelet. Despite that, she wasn't satisfied. To appease their biological sister that they had been separated from for years, my three brothers forcefully locked me inside a transparent decorative coffin, despite knowing that I suffered from severe claustrophobia. Suffocating, I frantically banged on the coffin's glass, begging them for help. Tiana stood on the side, smirking at me maliciously. "Sarah, aren't you a professional actress? Why is your acting so exaggerated and fake? You're just locked inside, not being strangled, so why are you gasping?" My brothers knit their brows in annoyance. "It's just a little prank. How can you not even last ten minutes? Can't you just tolerate it for a bit?" "I checked it myself. The coffin has air vents and we're standing right here watching you the whole time! You won't be in any danger, and it's impossible for you to suffocate!" "If you didn't want to make Tiana happy, you could have just said you aren't willing! There's no need to fake being miserable and pitiful just to get our attention and sympathy!" But I wasn't faking. The phobia triggered a severe stress response and it brought on an asthma attack, cutting off my airway. Through the glass, I looked at them in sheer agony and despair. I was really going to die...

“Is this true?” I asked. I can’t believe of what I have read on the posts on the social media account of the two writers that I met, Sketch and Doodle. I read again the post of Sketch. I thought of something, not because there will be no update on his story but because of his post however I can’t remember where I read it before. Then, I read what Doodle had posted. I suddenly remember my story and I read the last scene that I wrote; same words, same scenarios and same comments like how I read their posts. I doubt quite a bit but really it amazed me which I don’t know why. That is why I read some of their last few posts and it was quite surreal which leads to a coincidental from the turn of events on what their real life is and on what I wrote. I won’t pay any attention to what is going on because I know it wouldn’t happen. It seems like my suspicion is true… the things that I’m writing is coming true when there are real people that’s involved on my story however I need to investigate this. Sketch wasn’t talking while driving, I can see on Doodle eyes how amazed he is while we travel, seeing a fine nature is really amazing while I seldom talk just to point where we have to move. I noticed Sketch glanced at me. I smiled. “I’m actually kidnapping both of you and you two are willing victim.” Sketch stepped on the breaks and it made a big screech of the car. “What?!” they both asked.