Blue Rain Francesca's Novels & Stories

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.

Just come with me beta but first let's go and pay the bill first. Aunty didn't let me pay saying everything she bought was a gift to me and it wasn't only one or two we had bought a lot. After that, we went to a boutique. As soon as we entered inside, aunty called "Fire Brigade, where are you?" "Inside my cabin." came another voice. "Come Anvi." Aunty took me inside the cabin and I noticed girls present there were whispering to each other looking at me. I heard only one thing from their mouth, "Bride In Blue."

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.

Tami turned red instantly. " She is turning into a strawberry. How can someone blush so much? " Ron asked. " She can, just like her Mom. " Dad said. " Hmmm... You seemed to have noticed Maurvi. What is the matter, Mehul? " Mom said raising her eyebrows. " Don't ever say that in front of Gautam, he will shoot me. I know this because he calls her as tomato. " Dad explained and Tami nodded.

A very beautiful young woman with silver-gray hair and blue eyes color, who seems to be around the age of twenty, came out of the arrival point of entry in country M with three adorable kids. A girl and two boys. On a closer look, the three children look soo identical. The only difference is their hair color. The girl looks so adorably cute with her ombre hair and blue eyes, just like her mother's. Her long ombre hair reaches down to her waist, and her looks were complimented with a cute baby blue embroidery Bardot dress that compliments her eyes.

I was trying to pull myself together on the veranda when I felt a familiar presence approaching. Francesca's voice cut through the air before I even saw her. "Well, Zoey, what a humiliating performance," she said, emerging from the shadows like an unwelcome apparition. "Ruining a bottle of 1985 Brunello? That's practically a crime by Kensington standards." I turned slowly, trying not to show how much her words stung. Francesca was flawless, as always, dressed in deep red that highlighted her features. Her eyes glittered with malice.

She's some kind of influencer on I*******m, I used to follow her before I deleted it off my phone a few months ago, but Poppy still talks about her every once in a while. Rhode and I slide into our seats and I just so happen to end up next to Francesca. If I wasn't nervous before I'm definitely more nervous now that I'm sitting next to a literal i*******m model. She's quite stunning; perfect long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, her cheek bones are high and prominent and her skin is completely flawless. "We've all been so excited to meet you" She squeals as I sit down, giving my arm a gentle squeeze. The woman sitting beside her leans in and nods her head, her hair is a very similar colour

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

Blue didn't realize that I could hear, but I tried not to, especially when his name came up. “I'm busy.” Blue shrugged, moving from the top of me to sit down beside me. I was just looking at her, hoping that whatever was happening would change what's to happen, although my boxers were wet already. “Hey beautiful.” Luca's voice came on, and I closed my eyes, trying not to hear it, but I could. “Hey.” Blue responded. “Why are you trying to reach me by this time of the night?” “Girl, relax. I'm not trying to play no pranks, I just want you to know something.”

"It must be ze American air! It is too harsh for ze delicate, blue-blooded French skin! It is ze royal skin sensitivity!" Alaric was now trying to scrub his forehead with a silk napkin, which only served to make the blue shimmer more intensely. "It won't come off! It's under the skin! I’m blue from the inside out!" "Perhaps," I suggested, struggling to keep my voice steady, "a bath in lemon juice? Or... a week in a dark room? In Lyon, we say: 'He who is blue in ze morning, is... indigo by night!'"