Blue Sky Chinese Carmichael Novels & Stories

“We should probably get all the facts first” A few minutes later we stop in front of the shack, a small old cabin, a form appears from behind it. “Sky” Zayne calls after he comes around to help me out of the car, though I’m well enough to move around. “He’s in there, should be awake from the sound of it, had to stay out here so I don’t start carving him up” sky says, his blue eyes lingering on me. “How you feeling?” I shake my head “Mad”

I needed to know what was happening in my territory. "...breaking news from Shadow Creek Highway," the reporter was saying. "A car has plunged off Silverfang Bridge into Moonstone River below." I was about to change the channel when the reporter continued. "The vehicle, identified as a blue sedan with license plate Silvercrest A62231, belongs to Olivia Winters, former Luna of Silvercrest Pack." The remote slipped from my suddenly numb fingers. Olivia's car. I knew that plate number by heart – I'd chosen it myself when I gifted her the car on our fifth anniversary.

Later, Sarah's fiancé took her BMW to Silverbrook Haven too. When he went to the garage, that car was gone. Only his remained, lonely there. Henry sat in the driver's seat. He got on the highway, driving like mad. Round and round, tirelessly. Finally, he closed his eyes and let go of the wheel. He broke through the guardrail, but didn't get his wish. His parents cried heartbrokenly in the hospital room. Henry seemed to truly grow up in that moment. He endured the pain to comfort his parents.

I smiled and walked beside him as we headed to the mall's parking lot. As we reached the parking lot, some lampposts were illuminating the cars, allowing me to see them to some extent. Christopher took out his keys and deactivated the alarm on a car. When I turned to look at the car, I couldn't help but be amazed. It was a beautiful navy blue BMW. I approached the car and touched it with my fingertips, lost in admiration for how beautiful it was. I loved cars like that, so elegant and sporty at the same time.

Darius Blackwell, a man of calculated precision and quiet authority, gripped the steering wheel of his sleek black Maserati as he drove through the bustling city streets. His phone was pressed to his ear, his conversation with Alexander Blake playing in the background of his mind. He was processing Alexander's directive, one that promised the dismantling of Gerald's empire in swift, unrelenting moves. But his thoughts came to an abrupt halt when a blur of sapphire blue zipped past him in the opposite lane. The car’s throaty engine roar was unmistakable, a symphony of precision and power that demanded attention. Darius's sharp eyes immediately snapped to the vehicle, a McLaren, its sleek curv

Chapter 15 (MEET AT THE CEMETERY) "Boss, want you to kill this woman!" That sentence kept looming in the mind of a handsome thirty year old young man, who was racing on the paved roads of Sky Blue City. The car's speed reaches 90-100 km/hour. He overtook one vehicle after another without the slightest difficulty. Showing his skills like a professional racer on the paved track. The pair of eyes widened, staring straight at the object in its path without blinking.

“You should get one too; for a men in black session.” “You are always bluffing in serious situations.” Lance said and grinned. “It keeps me from being afraid.” John replied and smiled. Lance patted his shoulder and turned to Evans “Evans, can you remember whether the car was brand new or old.” “It didn’t look old, but I can’t say whether it is brand new or not. It had a lot of smoke coming out of it, you see.” “John. That is another point to note.” Lance remarked. “We must look out for a Black BMW which releases smoke.”

“Yeah.” After briefly introducing themselves, Yuki turned to Matthew again. "So, mind explaining further?" "Right. So here's the thing." Matthew told them the reason for his visit, about Bran's family situation, about the devil, and about the noble in the northwest region. "The noble in the northwest? That would be Lord Malcolm Blue. To be honest, I never really liked him either. I've only met him several times during meetings, but every time he gives off an arrogant and prideful feeling. I've never personally spoken to him though." Cecilia shared her thoughts.

He sends me a photo of our victim, one he received from Emory. We stop in the street in front of the bar. As Sanchez climbs out of the car, she zips her black puffer jacket halfway up and places her hands in the pockets. I lead the way toward the big black door and the neon sign that says 'Cheers and Beers'. Once opened, I gesture for her to enter.

I let out a nervous chuckle. We made our way out of our little apartment. I decided it was time to take Michie for a ride. Ahh, Michie my baby blue 1969 chevy Camaro. I worked my ass off for that car. It needs a lot of repairs but I'll make it through the night. We arrived. There was already a long line. I parked the car as close to the club as I could. I and Ari got out I linked her hand in mine. Looking at the blue neon sign saying