روايات وقصص ضمن Blue Lock King Barou

“A sweater chain necklace with personalized pendant—it’s not a perfume bottle.” “No. It has no scent, and it’s empty?” She wasn’t sure about her answer anymore. This conversation affected, and again, it was because of me. “It looks like a Lapis lazuli.” “A Lapis what?” Gael asked. “A deep blue rock. A long time ago, this rock is expensive than gold. A Tsarevich egg is made of this stone for Empress Alexandra.” “And who the fuck is Empress Alexandra?” Frost asked, mocking Darick.

I wanna be free of all kinds of earthy bonds. I entered the bar and shuffled my eyes through each corner. The lit blue bar counter parallels the deep azure of the early evening sky. A bold use of solid carved wooden bar stools, teak wooden floor boards, and teak wooden planks for the walls and ceiling, helps accent the blue of the bar and the vista seen through the large doorway that frames the outside. I asked one of the lackeys to serve me something strong.

"I will sit on your chair tomorrow in the cafeteria, I want to see what you can do, you are just lucky your brother, the love of my life saved your sorry ass." "I'm Blue, the first son of King Galore and the future King of the supernaturals," he said as he introduced himself. "And how does this relate to what I just said now?" "I want to apologise for being an ass-" "That's true." Vala cuts him. "-and I am sorry for raising my voice at you, I was angry at something and I took it out on you." He continued as if he wasn't interrupted by her. "I hope we become friends instead of enemies. I will bring one chair along so that you can eat on the same table with me tomorrow morning."

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Freya says. “See you sooner, oppa. We miss you!” Mythi adds. “Miss you, girls! See you!” JD says. “Thank you, Blue.” “No worries, Black Dragon.” Blue says. JD hangs up the phone. Then Freya and Mythi turns to Blue. “So where are you taking us?” Freya asks with crossed arms.

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

He handed me a water bottle and guided me toward where he, Liam, and King stood. “You were a total diva out there,” Tom said, patting my shoulder. A small smile cracked my lips. “Thanks.” King’s gaze was unreadable as he watched me, his expression locked in that infuriating mask of his. His silence hung heavy and I couldn’t tell if he was impressed or irritated. Before I could overthink it, Blair’s fight began. Her opponent, a tall and intimidating woman, barely had time to prepare before Blair struck. A punch. A jab.

Not too close, but not putting me out there too. I frown but say nothing about it. Now is not the time to argue about me defending myself. The gate pushed open and three vehicles rides in. The first one is colored in sparkling blue that has a dust of white all over it. It's like an old vintage car with the roof the deepest shade of blue I have ever seen that has an emblem of a mic with sound waves. When it stops, the driver door opens and a man putting on blue steps out. He rounds the car and pushes it open. The first thing I see is a fading shade of blue hair in waves. She steps out of the car. Also in a blue ball gown. But she stays put and picks at her finger nails, seemingly unbothered.

My hair was flowing down my back and my makeup was mysterious. “Let's go to the bar….” Blue screamed into my ears. “Sure….” We walked to the bar where there were a lot of drinks. This was a surprise party and people showed up like this. I guess Orion wasn't just a biker gangster. Blue handed me a drink. It was blue like her hair. I took and stared at her suspiciously, “What did you do?” “What? Drink up….” I looked at the drink, sniffing before turning its contents into my mouth. The bitter-sweet taste gripped me. As it washed down my throat, it burnt me.