Blue Lock King Barou Novels & Stories

I will tell you all the truth I know I king. Ok that fateful day, Princess Tangy came into the kitchen, instead of ringing the bell, she said she needed a blue cocktail, instead of the maroon wine I was making, I thought that was because of the colour, so I changed my plan immediately. Already the king had been feeling sick, and blue cocktail, have always been his best, but after Princess Blair, took it, I watch her from the window react to the drink in a different way. I was scared, I couldn't tell the king that day because I thought that I might have made a mistake in the mixing.

It rang a bell. “Find me Edwin!” I ordered a guard who walked in. She turned and ran off. She had another scroll in hand and it made my heart beat faster. The scroll also had a Blue Bloom design. Could this Logan really be with the princess? And he wanted to meet me before releasing her? What does he gain from challenging me? “You have duty to Blue Bloom. You must meet with the Lycan.” My wolf Zeke, reminded me. “An Alpha Lycan King. I could run out of luck.”

~~~~~~~ FEW MINUTES LATER ~~~~~ Zayn leaned back in the chair, his breath slow, eyes shut, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. He looked unconscious. Mr. Blue stood across the room, watching him carefully, then let out a low chuckle. "And they said Zayn was sharp," he muttered under his breath. He walked slowly toward the window, took out his phone, and dialed a number. "It’s done," he said, grinning. "The king is down. He fell like a stone. I told you, didn’t I? Everyone falls eventually. Even the great Zayn."

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Red raised a brow as he read the neatly written words in the sketch book. "It says, 'Beneath the Black Pearl lays the answer to most of your unanswered questions'" "Black Pearl? I don't see a pearl anywhere" Tori said, looking around the tree house. "I don't think she's talking about a black pearl. I think she's talking about that stone" Lee said, pointing at the large stone lying by the corner. Lee moved the stone aside. There were several papers under the stone with several notes. Red inhaled sharply as Lee gave the notes to him.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

In the middle of a scene, he puts his arm around me and I walk up to him. -I really like you Mindy. I pull away and get up from the couch. -This is happening so fast," I was about to leave, but he stops my arm. -Please don't go. -Let go of me. -Please, you have to remember me, don't you remember me at all," he hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear. "Blue lake." -¿Blue lake? -Blue lake. -¿What's wrong with you? -It's not working.

Jaxon’s voice rumbles through the room. “The staff dress as sexy bunnies. Low cut crop tops that barely leaves anything to the imagination, black panties with a fluffy tail on them. Ears too.” Bree mutters, rolling her eyes. She turns back to Blue. “Wear a black shirt and shorts. You are behind the bar anyway.” “It’s still showing my legs!” I realised that every time we had seen her, she was in a long sleeved top and trousers or leggings. How bad could the scars be?

Torque slipped onto the left barstool as Hatchett took the right. “Sam, this is Blue, Hatchett, and Torque,” I said, introducing each in turn. My eyebrow arched as Sam studied my face a moment before she grabbed a bottle and started pouring. “Well, aren’t you a sweet talker?” Sam pushed the full shot glass to Blue. “You know, flattery will get you everywhere with me.” “I’m sure it will,” Blue said, lifting his shot glass to her and pounding down the drink. “Why’s there no front door?” Hatchett asked as he grabbed his shot and nudged his head to the bar’s entrance.