Blue Pale Idiot Novels & Stories

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”

If Axel looked confused earlier, he looked lost at the moment. "Okay, why am I the only clueless person here?" He asked, eyes wide. "Skull, also known as Nathan McCain is your father. He's a psychopath who thinks it's fun to ruin people's lives" "Is he a mafia boss or something?" "Yes, he is" "O.....Kay? Why would he try to kill me?" Axel asked.

Rai explained arrogantly. "Sorry—" he said dryly, "—I don't know anything about the Haltz Clan is because I live in the human world. My name is Albert... Albert Valentino. I'm also a vampire, to be precise—" "—a hybrid vampire, huh?" cut Rai. "How do you know?" asked Al confused. Rai raised his index finger and pointed it at Al, "Your skin… is too red." "Too... red...?" and Al immediately saw the color of his skin. "Is he color blind? My skin is obviously olive," he thought. However, a scream immediately stopped Al's thoughts.

I bleed the first word: Beige.

A spoon with a rope as a handle has more purpose than I'll ever have. I'm currently living an average, uneventful life, but It isn't what I crave. I'd rather have an honest, hard-working life where I have to strive for everything or a carefree lifestyle where I never have to lift a finger! My astonishingly mundane life is stuck in mediocrity. My name is Miles, not Morales, Reyes instead. I'm your cliché below average, fake depressing 17-year-old. The first thing you should know about me is that I'm a genuine advocate of equality among humans; I equally hate all.

Means my baby is Caucasian dong😍😍 Sheilla at Heart : Half, at best monochrome. Miss Rara: Why is it monochrome? Isn't it a blaster? Sheilla in Heart : Blaster is too mainstream. Your son is monochrome and polkadot. Sheila's message is getting more and more nonsense. Miss Rara: polkadot too? Sheilla in the Heart : There is black and white. So your son is half black and white. Miss Rara: but my skin is not black🙄

He silently whispered to them. "How ugly." He triumphantly walked up to the launchpad, bumping into whatever and whoever, not necessarily caring. His eyebrow raised upon skimming through the board, smirking as he took notice of the Battle Royale. There were an array of teams joining, all in teams of six; apart from one. A lone player, with stats higher than anyone could imagine, though Uriel reckoned he could beat those 'weak numbers' in a few days. They go by the name of 'Blue', which already had Uriel convinced that that person was a twelve year old.

I commented, staring, no- glaring at his now purple hairs. 'I told you blond doesn't suit me! Purple does! It's the color of my powers!' "That was Silver! Not blond you dimwit!" "Excuse me? Whose a dimwit here?" "Isn't that not obvious? Who else had his head frozen and turned to silver here? Not me, you!" "You!"

It's not black, but a cream white that boosts his complexion. I am so fucked.

He was also constantly bullied and harassed in school. Christopher suffered from albinism. His skin was as pale as the winter snow, and his icy blue eyes almost disappeared under his white lashes. His bleach blond hair made him the laughing stock with his classmates, and they would call him many names—Milky boy, Snow White, and even the Ice Queen, to name a few.