Blue Rain Francesca's の小説・ストーリー

other people riding it. Kazumi stared at it with wide eyes, he could not believe himself that he was the next to ride it. His face became pale and he started feeling dizzy as if the world was spinning like a spinning top. Ren noticed this and asked him," Are you okay Kazu? Let's go, you don't have to ride this thing, if you are not feeling good." He grabbed Kazumi's hand and dragged him towards the exit but he suddenly felt some opposite force, as of Kazumi himself don't want to go. He turned towards Kazumi and noticed Shaun, holding Kazumi's wrist. Ren pulled Kazumi's wrist off Shaun's hand and made Kazumi sit on the bench, while he walked towards Shaun and gritted his teeth while saying,

Blanche asked, she stood behind them and rested her elbows on one of the shelves near the aquarium. "Because it's nice! Don't you think so too Blanche?" Forest said and Crimson gave her a look. Blanche opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She ran her eyes on them, Crimson was wearing a red long sleeve sweater and Forest have a green mini skirt under her purple dress. Crimson had a more defined waist than Forest but the latter has such a voluptuous body. Their chest was eminent in their choice of dress. "Even Crimson already met hers!" Forest told her excitedly.

"When Adriana isn't busy anymore, I'm going to bring Milo and Maeve New Year's gifts." Francesco handed her a piece of chocolate and casually asked, "Bianca, do Milo and Maeve have blue eyes?" The moment she heard that, Bianca shoved the half-unwrapped chocolate back into his hand. "Don't ask me anything about the babies anymore, or I'll get mad!" She never forgot Adriana's instructions. Under no circumstances would she reveal a single detail to Francesco. Patiently, Francesco continued trying to coax information out of her. "Bianca, if the babies have blue eyes, they'll have a chance to live with us."

He just kept watching Elian like he was trying to read every unspoken thought behind those furious brown eyes. Their moment was soon interrupted when a young waitress approached their table with a fresh bottle of wine. She smiled brightly at them, but a little too warmly, pointedly at Dex. “Mr. Russo,” she purred, leaning slightly over the table to refill his glass, giving him a generous view of her cleavage. “Is everything to your satisfaction?” Her eyes lingered on his face, even though Dex's eyee was dead set on Elian who was now glaring at the table as if he wanted to burn a hole through it. “If there’s anything else you need, I’m right here. Just say the word.”

“Thalia… you asked for wine to cool your head and I gave you just that. Why are you trying so hard to push it?” “I’m not.” “And do you intend to cool off when you keep talking?” “Now… listen to this. I get to tell you everything you need to know about me, too. This is an opportunity for you to get answers to all your questions about…” “Blue… Deep ocean blue,” he cut her off. Thalia blinked. “H-huh? What’s that?” “The color.”

When our eyes met, my shocked ones against his dark, destructive ones, the hatred was bold, too bold to ignore. “Miss Elara?” Francesca's odd tone pulled me back to myself. “What flavor would you like?” Vanilla. Lavender. Avocado. The mansion had a stock of it, probably because Sofia always made orders for different flavors. Today, I wanted to try on the lavender and mixed fruits, but it'd be for nothing since there was no Marco. “Anything.” I replied with zero interest. She reached for a tin and dipped her hand in the thick liquid to scoop. The soothing sound blurred the terrible silence.

Not too close, but not putting me out there too. I frown but say nothing about it. Now is not the time to argue about me defending myself. The gate pushed open and three vehicles rides in. The first one is colored in sparkling blue that has a dust of white all over it. It's like an old vintage car with the roof the deepest shade of blue I have ever seen that has an emblem of a mic with sound waves. When it stops, the driver door opens and a man putting on blue steps out. He rounds the car and pushes it open. The first thing I see is a fading shade of blue hair in waves. She steps out of the car. Also in a blue ball gown. But she stays put and picks at her finger nails, seemingly unbothered.

Tina spat in English, “that you have no fashion sense and are a pain in the ass.” Francesca gasped, her creamy skin flushing. — All I said was that I didn't want to wear white. Tina made a noise and gestured to me as if to say, see? “There are some ivory dresses,” I pointed out. —Maybe you can try that. — No. I want to wear black. Or red. — She clenched her chin stubbornly. Here was the spoiled mafia princess, the piccola monella. Her father had clearly allowed her a lot of freedom.

Her tone was sarcastic and my tears fell Adrian noticed I was crying and told Blue Adrian : Blue, she's crying Blue : I don't care. I know this is Princess Gladys, she's just coming back to finally ruin us. And she has brainwashed my mother. I'm not falling for her tricks She took her purse Ma'am Nina : listen to me Blue, listen to what we have to say Blue : no, I'm leaving She turned and stormed towards the door Prince Adrian : Blue wait Ma'am Nina : Blue stop Me: Blu...ue it's me, Rainbow

I was irritated on the inside. "Wait! Just a second!" Blaze said, he returned to the clothes rack that the waiter had brought. This time he brought a mini dress with Sabrina's peach sleeves, it had small waist with a flare-shaped bottom, widened below. "Here! You try this!" Blaze ordered, gave the mini dress to me. I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. "Why does it have to be this color again? You've already given me sky blue, now you're giving it almost the same girly color!" I protested that I was fed up with the colors sky blue, peach and other girly colors.