Blue Novels Mga Nobela at Kwento

On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow. Eventually, Ace paused at a drawing of a woman with her back turned, her hair styled in an updo. What struck me was the attention to detail – the way the light highlighted her hair, which stood out against the shaded parts of the drawing. I realized her hairstyle was unique in this town, where brown and black hair were the norm. She wore an edgy outfit, complete with a leather jacket and a skirt, reminiscent of my punk-inspired style.

It was nice before I was taking a deep breath and all I can smell was Tim’s cologne. It was a cheap one but it was complimenting his signature scent and natural allure just fine. I think I might want to feel his blood on my mouth one of these days. God, I should have refrained from thinking that. Because if I wanted this marriage to work, I have to make sure that Timothy will never found out about my secret of being a Blue Blood. Ever.

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“There has to be a story there, but Daemon is the most secretive member of the warriors I know. He barely talks. No one knows a thing about him, other than his… well... his…” "Sleeping around?" I rolled my eyes, getting on my feet again. "You can say it, Lena. Everyone in the Blue Moon Pack knows it, even if they don't talk about it." “Yeah,” she sighed. “That.” Lean moved towards me, unzipping my dress and letting it pool around my feet. I stepped out of it and walked to the bathroom. “You can go to bed, Lena. I want to be alone.” “Are you sure, Annie? I mean… I am not…”

“Good book?” Vincent wrapped a hand around his wife’s foot, flopping lazily in the air. Laid on her stomach, chin in her fist, she hardly seemed pregnant. Though Vincent knew better. She had a smell about her, certainly something he’d conjured on his own. A sweet smell. Her hormones mixing with his. Her breasts bulging from her shirt. Skin soft and sticky much the same way well-rested dough was. “Alias Grace. Ironic, I know.” Blue closed the book. Peered over her shoulder. Kicked against his hand playfully.

Both are here on GN. If you'd like another BL book, check out Subduing the Alpha or I am Not Your Love Story which is also on GN. Please note that Subduing the Alpha has two versions, the completed BL version and the hetro version which is still being edited for a female lead. And, if you're tired of romance stories and would like some adventure and fantasy, please check out Adventures of the Crown. Book 1 is completed and book 2 is ongoing. Both are on GN and MN.

He collected some of the books from over the table before he took off. Aylin said something but I blocked her words as I hurriedly grabbed a couple of books and followed him. He was checking which stand each book belonged to when I caught up with him. His eyes flickered to me and a beautiful smile lifted the corner of his lips. He placed the book and turned his attention back to me, "So, what are your plans for tonight?" He asked, out of the blue as he leaned against the bookcase. He crossed his arms over his chest, and the muscles in his biceps flexed.

"Be careful. Don't cut the cover." "I have surgical precision." Cale slit the tape. He opened the flaps. The smell of fresh ink and paper wafted out. "Olfactory input," Cale noted. "Chemicals. Glue." "It smells like a book." Cale reached in. He pulled out a hardcover. It was blue. Navy blue. With gold lettering. THE BLUE DOOR A Memoir By Elion Marrow Cale stared at it. He ran his hand over the embossed letters.

Oh, my goddess, A silver one, this is a journal written by the sibling of a silver one. I wonder how old the book is, I sniff the treasure I just stumbled upon, it has to be decades old, maybe even centuries. How long has Zayne had this book? I wonder as my eyes travel back to the page. She was a normal child, cheerful and quick to laugh, our mother named her Lou, light. For that was what she was, it glowed from inside her. This seems more interesting reading material that ‘Art of war’ at the moment. Sorry, Sun Tzu.

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