Blue Pale Idiot Novels & Stories

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!"

Blaze, caught off guard, stammers in his response, "N-no, I…" Astrid bursts into laughter, her melodious tones filling the room. "I'm just messing with you! So, tell me, why don't you indulge in food rich in iron?" Blaze, after a brief pause, answers, "I am a hybrid of three, and this unique composition causes me to suffer from severe Polycythemia Vera."

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

When I removed it, the pale blue crescent scar Ida had made had turned a deep red. No! I couldn't be! I twisted around and ran to where I had seen the light fall in the pit. I pushed rebels and soldiers until I arrived. Gideon was walking in my direction with a lifeless Ida in his arms. My knees gave out, and I dropped, staring at my dead mate. Her pale white skin had lost its colour and almost made me cringe at the stark contrast of her bright red hair and red-coloured armour.

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

A lot had change within 24hours that serious could not explain, from going to the bar with the thought of having the fun of her life, completely getting over her ex boyfriend, to having a quickie with a hot man, whose bed she was currently lying on, she could not explain what she was feeling at the moment, could not tell if it was a good or bad feeling. His phone rang breaking them apart, Alex reluctantly reached out for his phone lying on the drawer close to his bed, he flung it across the room when he saw the content of the message, it was Pearl, sending him her naked well shaved, and wet pussy, with the caption, " I can't wait to be fucked by you again"

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.