Blue Rain Francesca's Novels & Stories

They seemed to get along, and he seemed to be the only one that could protect her. “You both.” I barged in Francesca’s room. “Ava, Ava...” Francesca said, sipping from her goblet. It was something that smelled almost like iron. Right beside her, sitted Cicilia, like I had guessed. “What are you both up to, by summoning me?” I let out, fuming also trying to control myself from losing it totally. For the sake of the pup in me. “We decided that your potentials aren’t that bad at all. You should join us.” Francesca added, pouring the substance that was supposedly for me. I scoffed at realization of what it contained, when Cicilia stood up.

“It’s trouble, but fun trouble. You’ll need it.” The second glass she slid to Talia. Same impossible blue, same lemon, but no bite when Talia picked it up and sniffed. “Blue Lagoon,” Rox explained. “No hangover, all the pretty. You’re welcome.” Talia rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. Rox kept the last one for herself. Taller than the rest, bluer than all of them, ice clinking like a warning. “And this…” she took a long pull, eyes never leaving mine, “is an AMF. Adios, Motherfucker; starting strong.”

But who expected the presumed enjoyable vacation would turn into her worse nightmare. &Quote "Please do...don't come closer...don't touch me" She pleaded with beads of sweat on her forehead and tears flowing down her eyes. "And why is that? You are my fiancee, aren't you? And I can do whatever I want with you" Answered the red-eyed vampire prince. His look was devilishly sinister as if he wanted to devour her right then and there. He continued to say "You can't reject me you know, so why don't you make it easy for the both of us...be a quiet little girl and spread your legs for me...baby doll"

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.

“Ay, jefe… I fine. Don’t be angry. We just got stuck in rain.” Elijah’s eyes moved between her and Zeus. “With him?” Francesca nodded. “Sí. But I go for something special.” “For something special?” Elijah frowned. “What could possibly—” Before he could finish, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small ring. It shimmered faintly, the blue stone glowing like trapped sunlight. “For you,” she said with a little grin. “So you no hide all day like sad ghost. Is Hourlight ring.”

Blue for the bright blue sky, blue for the ancient Virgin Queen Mary, blue for the Moon goddess, blue for the clear crisp waters of rebirth, blue for a new glorious beginning. She smiled, her gaze flitting all over his face. He was beautiful and he was hers, her soon to be husband. Her smile widened. "You can ogle him later. Raphaela, concentrate." Antonio communicated to her through the mind link, seeming amused. Her smile disappeared and she straightened, clearing her throat. Lorenzo glanced slightly at her.

Feeling giddy, Mikayla put on the bracelet and did a little spin for the guests. Cory let out a whistle. “Ben, this must have cost you a pretty penny.” Ben grinned. “All that matters is that Mikayla loves it.” Turning around, Ben walked toward me. He held a smaller carton and passed it to me. “This one’s for you, Kaycee.” I set my drink down and took the box. The packaging was very basic, without even a seal sticker. I peeked inside and found a generic blind-box plushie. It was from an old series that had been popular two years back.

Notifications flooded the screen, but I ignored all of them until I saw the newest message request. The profile picture showed an empty hockey rink beneath white lights. The username read BlueLine. My heart lurched. The preview only showed part of the message. It’s me. Blue line. You... My thumb hovered above the screen. One tap and I could read the rest. One tap and I could answer him. I wanted to ask how he had survived these years. I wanted to tell him I had never left willingly. Most of all, I wanted to tell him I still remembered the promise about the blue line.

Charles had stolen her dream, her idea and her special name and he had given it to the child he had made with Rosina instead. Mrs. Emily noticed that Bianca had drifted away into her thoughts. She smirked as a little girl came rushing to her side. "Grandmother!" Blue called out, her little bikini completely wet from the water. "Are you having so much fun, Blue?" Mrs. Emily asked, putting extra strength on the name just to hurt Bianca even more. Little Blue looked at Bianca briefly, not caring who the stranger was. She turned back to her grandmother. "I want you to come with me to see how I dive in that waterfall!" she said, giggling with excitement.

Camilla replied. “Fuck him.”Vincenzo said and Camilla giggles where heard, slightly fading. ****************************************************** The flicking of camera lights, and the sound that came from it indicating for changing of pose. Francesa stood at the mist of all the cameras and Camera men, and stuffs making sure everything is ok for the photo shoot. She wore ripped blue jeans, and a multi colored jack that’s unzipped. She had no bra on, and the jack covered her nipples and half of her breast. Leaving the rest for the eyes to see.