Blue Rain Francesca's Novels & Stories

Such atrocity would not be tolerated. "I'm going to call the Don and have him take you out!" she screamed, visibly agitated. "I’m calling my best friend, she’s the Don’s daughter!" I glanced at her coldly. "Make your call then. I'd also like to find out who your best friend is." Lucille became stunned. She was well aware that she didn't even know the name of the Gambino family's heiress, let alone be acquainted with her. But from the moment she arrived, she was so confident that she could become best friends with the Gambino heiress that she grew incredibly reckless.

Brinda The rain lashed against the pavement, a relentless drumbeat against my skin as I pulled Francesco out of Marshall’s company building. He resisted at first, his feet dragging against the wet ground, but I didn’t stop. If we stayed a second longer, Marshall would have finished what he started. Francesco wrenched free from my grasp. His eyes, wild with fury, locked onto mine. “What the fuck have you just done?” He roared, his voice raw, rainwater dripping from his hair, sliding over his lips.

“Hey, stranger. How's the world of blueprints treating you?” Charlotte’s face lit up as she turned to see Elijah, her best friend, standing there with his trademark grin. Elijah, tall, with dark hair and striking green eyes, he had an easygoing charm that drew people in. With his signature easygoing grin, Elijah had always been her rock, the one person who could make her laugh even on her worst days. They’d been through everything together, and his presence always managed to bring out the best in her, no matter how stressful her day was. .

“Alright, alright. You’re serious about this. I’ll ask around. Maybe Rhonda or Robbie has a contact. One of them’s bound to know someone who reads the weather.” Raven perked up. “You’d do that?” “Of course,” Cullen said, shrugging. Raven rolled his eyes. “Right. I’ll be sure to leave a cryptic voicemail reminder. You always forget.” Cullen chuckled. “Or better yet, just send him my way when you get the number. Tell them to find me at Blue Heavens. You know, my work address.” Cullen gave him a skeptical look. “Blue Heavens? That’s what you’re calling it now?”

"Welcome to Fran Tate's. What can I help you with?" "Ice cream?" Leigh suggests. Jesse disappears through a door beside the bar while Francesca hurries back to counter to get two laminated menu before marching up to us. As she comes closer, my gaze is immediately drawn to her unusual eyes. One of them has a light blue shade, like the Gulf on a sunny day. And the other eye is the color of honey. It made me immediately think of Damien. But even that thought is unsettling. "You're the only waitress here?" Leigh asks her.

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”

We both halt, my heart jumping in my chest as i turn to the entrance. “I can see Rafaelle has finally shown you our little guest” Francesca sadhus into the room in a luxurious blue dress, a purse in her hand, her hair tied back in a classy bun “I look good right?” She lifts a brow with a smirk, “I am going to meet with someone who will get us off this ship very soon” she giggles to herself pulling out the seat opposite us. “So whatever plan you both are trying to make, it won’t happen because soon all of this will be over” she smirks

Frostfire Solutions function as a technology service provider in the human world. Carla lays the black file on the table once she has done with it. She faces me with certainty while she waits for me to be done with work. Unlike Scarlet, she doesn’t tease by playing with her hair or fidgeting with her dress. Her serious look compels me to indulge her with some words. “Have you finished reading the portfolio?” I inquire while my fingers tap rapidly on the keys in front of me to form a complete sentence in my email.

Time to find out. Francesca set her glass of water on the table and approached Shane and the girl—Mirla, if Francesca remembered correctly. She stopped in front of them, earning a scowl from her brother. “Hi, Mirla,” she yelled over the music. “Can I talk to Shane for a minute?” Mirla turned her ear toward Francesca. “What?” “I said,” she repeated, “I’d like to talk to my brother.” The girls smiled and hollered, “Yeah, this is your brother!”

Blue did little more than stare at her own reflection in the empty plate in front of her. Only when Anya re-emerged with a teacup of coffee—sans milk—and Marian took the very same seat at the end of the table did she finally look up. This time, the woman wore a plum-colored dress, far more modest on the chest, her hair secured in a neat bun. And as Blue glanced towards the woman, she couldn’t help but feel she was staring straight into a mirror, gazing upon the horrid, twisted future she faced. She stared straight back into her plate.