Blue Skies In Camelot Novels & Stories

How could she ask me to leave? Turning my back to her, my claws sank into the dark-toned peninsula desk. I cannot do this. I cannot pathetically stand by and see her deteriorate from contact with me. Her eyes sunken in, her rosy cheekbones protruded, and her complexion was completely brick-red like a roasted lamb. Bluebell is a representation of thankfulness, humility, constancy, and everlasting love in the language of flowers. According to legend, you can win your loved one if you flip a bluebell bloom inside out without destroying it. Howbeit I was ruining her.

Casmien's POV Finally we choose to go to Blueblitz Waterfalls, located in the heart of the town. A natural water body falling with a steady speed and flowing in curls and styles. What makes this place special and often visited by tourists is the pure blue water which sprints forth from the waterfall flowing into the lake linking it to the A****n River.

Blue Moon was covered in flowers—sweet, whimsical, hopeful. Riverdale? Riverdale was carved from ancient stone and thick trees. Expensive springs trickled through channels in the marble. Exotic birds rested on high ledges. Wolves in silky robes sipped dark wine and glanced lazily in my direction, only to return to their conversations like I was a gust of wind momentary, unimportant. Back at Blue Moon, they screamed for me. I had to be kept behind guards so they wouldn’t climb all over me like I was some pop star in heat.

Camel's voice quietly sounded as if she was at work. “ I’m sorry but I was just told that the boss doesn’t love her, he’s just using her as an obstacle to chase Miss Kayla away. So shouldn’t we use another alternative instead of the poison?” She asked for the camel to sigh. “ no alternative. After what’s going on, if it doesn’t go as planned then you will carry it out. It should be the last time you call me, I will do the calling melody” Camel said for Melody to sigh.

“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.”

“how high up are we?” Camila asked as she looked out of the window, at the cloud s that surrounded them. They were currently in a plane getting ready to sky dive. Cory opened the huge directory that he held but the wind that rushed into the plane was so much, when he spread the directory to see, it flew from his hands and out of the plane. Roman burst into laughter at Cory’s embarrassed face. Camila didn’t find it funny though, she sent a glare in Cory’s direction.

It wasn’t like this before, and I wondered if we got the chance to get the life back we left. “Chester. Two miles away,” Lois read. “That’s where we’re heading,” I replied. “Been there before?” Iris asked. “Nope. Just in case we got into trouble. Don’t fight, unless I say blue.” Okay, that’s not exactly what I have in mind. “Why blue?” I liked how curious she was over everything. She reminded me of Colton when we were just kids. “Just came out.” Perhaps, I thought of a certain blue-eyed every night? I shook the thought out of my head and focused back on the road.

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.

Golden locks cascaded down her shoulders as she beamed at the camera. A shiver raced down my spine as I clicked on the photo album, flipping to the date of my birthday. That night, Chase told me he was busy. He was so occupied with dealing with a batch of arms that he couldn't call me—and I believed in him. But the photo before me said otherwise. He was with Lucille at the most prestigious private club in Montagne, picking out a diamond necklace and holding a glass of champagne for her. I had never seen this side of him.

"Wyatt, please pull the security footage from the pool area today and send a copy to Mr. Rhodes." She sent a final message to the butler, Wyatt Cromwell. Then, she removed her SIM card, snapped it in half, and threw it into the trash. The moment the plane soared into the sky, golden sunlight bathed her in a soft, warm glow. Winona smiled genuinely. Asher and Carter, as well as the position of Mrs. Rhodes and Carter's mother… She did not want them anymore. She was going to live her own life now. From this moment on, they would never see each other again.