Blue Pale Idiot Novels & Stories

Bale stepped forward with a dark expression, his eyes brimming with anger. "Man, are you asking for trouble?" "I ain't here for you, loser. Step aside and don't get in my way!" A glint of coldness flashed in the blond guy's eyes. Those words completely infuriated Bale. He knew, occasionally on this road, some rich kids would come to show off their racing skills. Seems like this blond dude is one of those ignorant rich kids! Coincidentally, Bale was in a bad mood today, so he'll take his frustration out on him!

'Your age mates are giving me up to a thousand and you are here dropping common two hundred, you are a disgrace to the giver association. 'Give me my money back,' I quickly shoved it into my front pocket. 'Don't worry, I will manage the small change.' 'Yeah, right,' he rolled his eyes with a smile. 'Your problem is bigger than your head.' 'And yours is five,' I winked at him. He frowned, causing me to laugh. He rolled his eyes. 'Very funny, Blondie,' 'The actual color of my hair is white,' 'The original name is platinum blonde, but I don't expect you to know it, you don't have a brain.'

In her memory, the man with the blond hair was extremely familiar. Sharmaine touched Galvin's hair, beautiful and beautiful white hairs, she watched and mumbled: "I remember, it's yellow." Galvin unexpectedly, in her memory there is still the shadow of Augustus, she still fantasizes about Augustus at any time. Galvin holds Sharmaine's hand, he laughs: "You remember wrong, my hair is white, it's not blonde." Sharmaine laughed: "Is that so, but I still remember, your hair is yellow."

he jests. It? That asshole did not just refer to me as 'it'. How rude! That piece of shit face. I should just walk over and knock him unconscious. "That won't work," he said clearly ignoring the intended humour, "everyone already saw us taking her from the park idiot." "What bright ideas do you have to solve this mess Blade?" The brown-haired boy asks, sounding a bit irritated before glancing over his shoulder to which I quickly reacted playing dead. Blade? Seriously? Out of all the names, his mother chose Blade.

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.

The person who dared to utter those words in front of a notorious ferocious delinquent was either too talented or wanted to die. Enbrai and his companions shared the same thought, and they both accepted the second way of thinking, which was to want to die. Enbrai laughed and laughed with his companions, approaching Ian sarcastically: "Are you so stupid that you don't know how to write death? Huh?" "first!" Ian counted the first sentence. His voice was as calm as a leaf falling in the wind. Enbrai was a bit stunned, but then regained his composure and continued to curse: "Fuck! Are you still sitting there pretending to be? Don't you look at your status to see how much weight you have? ?"

A handy little key to give me some idea of what each colour means, and especially two colours, which is apparently a thing. ‘I thought blue was for my mates?’ Why is his aura blue too, this can't be right. Two mates is more than enough, I can't handle any more curve balls. Panic starts rising inside me, and the urge to run out of the room is so strong, but my feet too heavy to move.

"If you take more than fifteen minutes, we won't mind dragging you out butt naked." Iris shivered to hear such words while forcing herself lightning speed to finish her morning business. The moment her eyes landed on the mirror a silent gasp left her mouth seeing herself. There were eyebags, dark circles. Her eyes didn't have the glint that used to be. It took barely a day to drain out every single charm of her appearance turning her into a walking dead.

The idea of the forbidden fruit is tantalizing. While Davina is trying to talk me into it, I go look in the mirror. I turn to look at my profile and the blond hair falling in waves down my back. Am I pretty as Davina claims ? My eyes are very light blue, almost translucent when hit by sunlight. People have called them beautiful, but once as a kid I saw a pig getting slaughtered, it had its eyes removed and they were the same colour.

to make situation worst “YOU IDIOT PERSON… ARE YOU CRAZY….? CANT YOU SEE HE IS SHIVEREING AND BLEEDING BECAUSE OF YOUR IN HUMAN BEHAVIOR……..” Jasmine scolded that person with a voice sufficient to pierce one’s ears