Blue Rain Francesca's Novels & Stories

An unruly forest sprite, indeed. Having just recently turned thirty, she still looked every bit of the role. Her hair was wildly out of control, with random braids flying out here and there and odd bits of who knew what tied to this strand or that. Her latest grand life adventure had been living in Australia and New Zealand, so her skin was brown as an island native’s, which made her brilliant emerald eyes shine somehow mystically from her angular and beautiful face. She hugged them back with a fierceness that made Hannah feel as if her heart could explode with the joy she was feeling. “Look out, Blueberry, the McCrae sisters are back!” Fiona sang, as they all bounced up and down.

“She’s a menace.” Rosa smirked. “And proud of it. Now move.” The café was perfect—a cozy little place with a view of the ocean, the scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon filling the air. Francesca was happily munching on pancakes, her cheeks covered in syrup, while Rosa and I sipped our lattes. “This,” Rosa said, stretching, “is heaven.” I smiled, stirring my coffee. “It really is.” She shot me a look. “You sound surprised.”

She wondered if she should say something or just put down the cup quietly and leave before he recognized her. Usually, Amanda would put the coffee on the tea table beside Francis’s office desk. So when Scarlett put down the coffee on the desk gently, Francis raised his eyebrows and caught a glimpse of a blue sleeve and a light-brown, thin hand. It was not Amanda. So he looked up and encountered Scarlett’s bright smile. It was the first time that Scarlett had her dark-brown, wavy hair tied in a ponytail. Her energetic ponytail just perfectly fitted with her sky blue blouse, making her look refreshing and even more attractive than usual. Her new look astonished Francis and definitely in a good

Especially the black flowery blouse she wore over a pair of jeans. "Not bad" I shrugged and looked away. If I could overlook everything I disliked about the blouse, I just couldn't overlook the sleeves. They were long in layered frays. She may have loved it but for me, it was a no-no. I caught the other girl glancing at me, I believe, in disbelief. She'd caught on and I wasn't surprised one bit. She's smart. I watched her do the eye language thingy with her friend again then after a short while, Alice sighed and got down from the bed.

“Derick hurry up. We needed to leave like an hour ago. You know how I feel about being late. You know how much we have to do what is taking you so long?” I asked. My name is Levin Ford and the crazy Bata I’m talking to is my brother Derick Ford. We are both tall over 6’2” with blackish brown hair and the only difference between us is… I have blue eyes and my brother has green. I’ve been looking for my mate since I turned 18 about 3 years ago. My brother too. I thought I had found her about a year and a half ago. We was at the Blue Moon Pack. I was walking around trying to get some air when I had heard some people fighting with each other around the corner. Thats when it hit me. The smell of

Francesca scaled through the papers before letting her palms find her heartbeat. “His name is Diablo” She whispered with a light scoff and Aaron as well as he looked with intrigue. “Is he the donor?” He asked, retrieving the other envelope and pulling out the contained serum. “Careful!” Francesca couldn’t curtail herself from being cautious and he placed the equipments to the table, allowing her read through the papers that came with it.

Lucas seemed to have beautiful ladies for everything, she thought. "Drinks?" Scarlett offered. The woman smiled as she nodded. "My name is Francesca, and these are my assistants," she said, pointing to the men behind her. "We have a long way to go as regards your appearance for tonight, so I suggest that we begin now," she continued. "Of course," Scarlett said, and they led her to the dressing mirror as she submitted to their magic, which she was convinced would take a lot of time. She called the children while she was about to try on the first dress, and Callan seemed more enthusiastic to hear from her this time. Claire had come down with a cold and Scarlett promised that she would be home

I remember when I first saw his eyes, I was so taken aback by how green they were, it reminded me of a forest, how it’s normally green like that. Afraid to wake Rowan with my eyeing him. I reach for my phone. Yesterday Eira set me up an I*******m account. She showed me how to take pictures and upload them. I play around with them. Eira is really good with technology. I should have her teach me everything she knows while we’re on this trip. She showed me how to use a lot of the features on my phone Mia didn’t show me. She even has this really cute cover I love. It’s grey with blue butterflies on them. Her favorite color is blue. It’s obvious with her blue her, her blue eyes, her blue fingerna

“Black underneath and strong blue streaks running down the ends. She arched an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Then she took a pair of gloves from the box, smiling in a scolding way at my dirty hands. Applying the black dye and then switching to gloves in the blue dye box, he put the dye on what was left of the blonde, between some strands. Observing the process in the mirror, it was not possible to differentiate much between the two colors and I hoped that in the end, the blue would be visible. - Because? – Theo cleared his throat, I didn’t take my eyes off the mirror and my sister seemed to be trying to fight him with her eyes — Fuck it, I got into this and your sister knows my loyalty, i

the voice barks louder. They all move back to their various seats, grumbling. We finally get to fully see the two women after everyone is seated. While the first is a plain looking old woman with full grey hairs and buxom body, the other, Brea, is a slim young teen girl looking not older than us. The girl casts the picture of an angel descended from the heavens with her flowing white gown and regal airs which is so pure and clean—even more so than the white matron back at home. Her eyes are ocean blue, glowing even in the near darkness, and there are tiny splashes of blood on the white gown which does nothing to hide her womanly curves, and another trail of blood on her left lip.