Blue Rain Francesca's Novels & Stories

Francesca advanced, her eyes glowed in a blue color, her hair fluttered in a suspicious wind that came from no where, her lips moved as she spoke in a language that Snow understood, as weird as it my seen, Snow brushed every one off her path and walked towards the queen with no fear or what so ever, it was eather she saved herself or she was used as a sacrifice to some deity that she new littoor nothing about. Snow growled while Francesca smirked at her with glowing eyes, Snow stood on a spot when she saw the fearless Queen Francesca move with grace and determination, when she was close enough Snow punce but she got trapped and was pushed back in pain she wailed, she got on her feet again an

“Uh, yes. Before we switch to happy stories, I will just say that these scars are living proof that even if Blue has powerful enemies, I was safe sticking with her." Frank wanted to know more, but he realized that it was time to change the subject. He could ask Coralis another time. “Now, tell me," said Frank, looking at Sebastian, "what about Syllyan Swanton’s son?” “Hmm, then I need to tell you about Princess Veronica,” said Sebastian, sipping his beer while holding his laughter in. Their entire table laughed. “Are you talking about the rumour between Blue and Princess Veronica?” said Lydia. “I wasn’t, but can’t tell Frank about the Swantons without mentioning it.”

Marco Francesco escorted a woman across the marble steps toward me. She was wearing a lush red dress that clung to her like a second skin. Her heels clicked with confidence, hips swaying like she knew what I wanted. Long dark hair, porcelain skin, light blue eyes—not as intense as hers, but the resemblance was enough to twist something in my gut. Francesco stopped in front of me, a scowl on his face. “She looks like her,” he muttered.

I pray you have the best engagement, I'll be at the venue soon, I can't wait to see how pretty you looked" Bianca was shocked, her eyes widened in panic as she quickly switched off her phone and breathed heavily while looking at herself. Frank is coming to her wedding, She can't feel more afraid. "So let's start with your hair until the make-up artist comes around" Celine who came in at this time interrupted her thoughts and fears. Bianca forced a smile so Celine won't notice the fear in her face. "What aroma did you put on the bath?" Celine chuckled as she walked to the drawer and brought the glass jar with a bluish liquid. "All thanks to your dear sister, Tanya brought this to use in your

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.”

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.

Bill smiled. Scarlett smiled and stepped back to let them pass and said, “After you!” “No, no, you go first.” Billed smiled as he stepped back to allow Scarlett to pass freely. Scarlett thanked him and headed upstairs. As Bill watched Scarlett leaving, he understood why Francis had picked out that lovely blue dress for her. Scarlett was a pretty woman; she had delicate, pale skin and a slight frame. That soft blue dress was elegant and simple, and it would suit her well.

I furrowed my brows. "Blue??..." I echoed. "Yes blue, it's represent calmness, sensitivity, stability, beauty intelligence and confidence it's also the new sexy and by the way it will bring out your eyes if I say so myself.." she says as we both looked in the mirror. "You think blue is a good idea? " I asked. "If you don't like it we could always dye it pink and if that fails we'll shave your head." she spoke in a serious tone. "Blue, I pick blue.." I panicked and she sneers at me. "If you say so..." she says as she started first by cutting my hair up to shoulder length, my heart kept beating thinking I've made a stupid decision.

he let out a small laughter. I rolled my eyes "I agree that I love listening to blues right before going to bed but..." I stopped halfway and once again, wondered why this conversation was still holding and how long it would continue. I'd left the room hoping to be alone with my thoughts but here I am chatting away with some boy, whose name I am even yet to know. "But?" He asked curiously, jerking me back to the moment. "I don't listen to blues just to fantazise of anyone," I said "I just love it's calming effect. It puts me to sleep"