Blue Pale Idiot นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Yeap, and the jeans too.” He nods, beaming rather proudly. This morning, Blake is looking exactly like he always does. Hot. Even when he is in just a simple white tee and matching blue jeans, he is effortlessly hot looking. Like a younger version of James Dean. Wait. The shade of blue on my jeans…it’s exactly the same as his! My jaw literally drops to the ground and my eyes just about pop out of my sockets. “Come,” he grabs the plastic bag in my hands and tosses it over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

he shouted back. Yellow boy. His bright blonde hair stood out very well in a city of dark haired people. Sol has a disease called albinism where his skin has little to no pigment as well as his hair. His eyes were the color of the sky, skin as white as snow and hair as yellow as the sunflower. Doctors said it is very rare. He thinks it is the reason his parents gave him up, he is weird, not normal. But of course, the sisters told him otherwise.

Sharmaine on the side of the car spoke up. "Okay." Augustus listened to her. He stood in the bathroom, water flowing over his strong body, face like a greek god statue, eyes blue like the ocean that anyone could drown inside, lips curled seductively, blond hair like sunlight. Augustus was extremely handsome, a deadly and sexy beauty.

Lindsay looked at her watch. “Crap, we need to get out of here, or we will have to come up with something to tell Joe and Abigail,” Lindsay said. “I will take care of that if we need to,” Wren said. “Let’s get back and see how Max and Izzy are doing with Blue.” “Blue?” “Yes, Blue. We found out that not only does he have patches of blue skin, but his blood is the same shade of blue. We started calling him the blue guy and things like that, and it just got shortened to Blue,” he explained.

I said, leaning casually on the counter, “in my professional opinion… yellow tastes like piss, red tastes like a kid’s birthday party, green tastes like grass, purple tastes like kids’ Tylenol…” I lifted a finger. “But blue is the only one that doesn’t actively assault your taste buds.” His eyebrows pulled together, lips pressing tight like he was fighting a laugh. Like I’d caught him off guard. “They’re that bad, huh?” “Eh… maybe not to most people.” I shrugged and gestured to the energy drink on the counter. “I mainly drink water and… those.” He nodded slowly, still smiling. “Those aren’t half bad, honestly. But I guess I’ll take the blue.”

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

"Miss, may you live a blessed, prosperous life. And may your ex rot in misery." "Wait—these aren’t regular bills. They’re glittering gold notes!" Max’s face turned an ugly shade of red as he watched the scene unfold.

I had instead pale purple ones. As a child I was told that I had a rare genetic disease that caused me to lose pigment in my skin and eyes. But that didn’t stop all the bullying and teasing I faced in school. Those awful kids would call me Violet Darynem because I did look a lot like them. But it was highly impossible to be one of them. They were the despicable enemy that tried to wipe my kind off this planet.

I watched him stomp off like a spoiled rotten child, I was laughing so hard I cried. He didn't come back for the rest of the day. Which I was thankful for and hoped was a one-off. My meals went back to normal and I was able to fall asleep rather quickly despite the uneasy feeling creeping in. The very next morning I understood why. Alaster POV I swear to Sol that Bitch is trying to enrage me. The instant her mouth opens nothing but venom comes out. I sat down on the edge of my bed to think. Like lightning, an idea hit me and a malicious grin spread across my face.

Despite the fact that I was his mate or rather his fiancée. And of course, the most important thing is... That idiot has suffered from an amnesic disorder. "Why 'Golden'?" "Don't ask me," I replied, probably in a rather brusque tone. "I mean, I have no idea. Doesn't anything stick in your brain?" "No," he replied curtly. "Good," I said sarcastically as I continued to think out loud. "Crap," Jayden muttered as he peeked out from behind the curtain just like I did, albeit from a higher position. He really had gotten taller. "Why are there so many of them?"