Blue Rain Francesca's Novels & Stories

Alpha Rain made sure to avoid them without making it obvious, giving reasons for how they had security emergencies that needed to be settled as soon as possible. He especially avoided Grace who was bound to follow him everywhere which he disagreed with by defining how dangerous it was. Grace was a beautiful blonde with waist-length hair and hazel eyes. Her features were defined perfectly as far as eyes could see and she had long white legs with a just-fine butt size. Alpha Rain looked at her and she was comparable to those he had bedded before and there wasn't an obstacle between them just that he was tired of that shit. He was facing the problem of forgetting the women he bedded before and

Langdon snorted at that, "And how exactly do you plan on sharing her powers with us?" "That is a discussion for after we win this war, Langdon." Stefano replied, "Now, are we doing this or not?" *** Francesca had the dream again. The good one, with the baby and the girl with the blue ribbon on her hair. It hadn't visited her in days so she had lost all hope. But it was back to her now. This could be another good sign. They managed to win that battle earlier, this could mean that they'd win the war. The war. Francesca's eyes snapped open.

I said with my paining eyes. “Your latest transformation...I’ll take care of you don’t worry.” She said and I feel myself being picked up, I start to see blurry, and rushed to my temporary home. “I’m hot....ah..ah...I’m fucking hot!” “Stay calm...” “I am calm...Can’t you see?” Francesca goes into the bathroom and fills a basin with cold water, wets a cloth, and wipes my forehead with it. “When will it stop!” “It depends...the greater the power, the longer the pain will last.”

"C'mon, Arch. A little response won't do you any harm" "Vanessa, cut it out. Stop trying to flirt with me at every chance you get, it's annoying" "Fine, fine. Whatever" she scowled, placing a brown file in front of me. "There, that's the details. Her name is Dahlia Malon" I opened the file and took out the paper. My blood ran cold, my heart sinking when I recognized the photo of the girl smiling. The room had suddenly become very cold. "Red? Are you alright? You look really pale" Vanessa said, her brows creased. I didn't say anything, I just stared. How? Why? She didn't do anything wrong?

As though the word freak had died somewhere on the field with the creatures that had chased her. And her eyes… They were not gold. They were pure cerulean blue. Not pale. Not diluted. Bright and striking enough that the sight of them hit me right under the ribs. Seraphina. Present still. Not outwardly unfurled, but there in the aftermath, visible in the one detail that made Nyra look unlike anything the field had ever seen and yet more fully herself at the same time.

I'm sick and tired of being here, of the people in this cerulean world. One of these days, I will venture into the sea I will venture into the sea, I will wear your color I will drink from your chalice, from the blue depth of love. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Bluer than every blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue mendacities, Oceans of restlessness. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Too blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue lies, The blue oceans. It'll embrace me, and I will submerge. - "It will embrace me, too. Soon."

“You’ve made Ryan blush, you dirty slut!” Sandra smiles at you, then thankfully changes the subject to put you out of your misery. “So Ryan, which famous person would you choose?” You think about it for a moment. “Uh, I dunno… maybe Scar Son?” “Good choice!” says Laura. “Yeah, good choice,” agrees Sandra. “You know, I think I’d probably turn lesbian for Scar Son. How about you, Laura?” Laura shrugs. “Maybe. I bet she eats pussy like a pro.”

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

She frowned pensively, looking back at her reflection and swishing the skirts. "Well, why not, love? You deserve to look just as beautiful as all the others there." Katrice stepped closer, snatching a matching blue shawl from a stand, and wrapped it around Sapphira's shoulders. "I can't afford this, Katrice," Sapphira said quietly, blushing. She had seen the price tag when she struggled to get it on a few minutes earlier and nearly fainted. Katrice hummed and stepped back, looking Sapphira and the dress up and down.