Blue Smith Novels & Stories

He was breathtakingly handsome, and as she bumped into his desk behind her, she worried about his monitor screen falling. Ignoring Anita's fear, Liam walked to his double-door fridge and took out a bottle of wine. He rinsed two glasses in his office sink, where he washed his hands after meeting clients. "I want to discuss your transfer to the Blues with you," Liam said. Anita finally exhaled heavily, realizing she had been holding her breath. As he approached her again, he poured the blue wine into the two glass cups, refilling it. Anita noticed Liam's fondness for the color blue, just like Temisa, which made her frown.

he scoffed with a smile. Lying in bed, Mr Blue had made his appearance not too long ago. "Hello, Mr Blue. You look madly bright tonight. Maybe you found a lover," Erin chuckled, a newfound energy from taking a shower fuelling him. "Or, you took a shower, like I did. Gross, aren't I?" he played with his pinkie, amused by his own comment. "You know, I feel empty. I can't shake off this feeling that I might've missed something; has that ever happened to you..?"

Damian's pov As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me was a blend of chaos and charm. Nora, my eight-year-old daughter, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach into a cabinet while Blue, the woman who had inexplicably turned my night into utter bliss, was packing a lunchbox. It was amusing to see Nora’s disdain for the task juxtaposed with her enthusiasm for watching Blue Bloods. She claimed it was as satisfying as ASMR, whatever that meant. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the scene. Their interaction was a curious mix of playful bickering and warmth, and I found myself unable to look away from fromBlue.

"His her boss" "Hi Mr Vance. I am Mr Griffin Blanchard and this is my wife Sophia Blanchard. How are you?" How do I tell this man that his daughter had deprived me of every ounce of sleep for the last 29 hours. "Nice to meet you all. I am Shaun Vance— Melio's boss. How is she?" I asked with my eyes on her. Seeing my little firefly lay there. I felt pained. "She's okay, we are happy it wasn't that serious. Just some little party gone wild." I looked at Mackenzie furious. This was all her doing and I am sure.

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

"you're awake?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded beside the bed. The voice sounded somewhat familiar. She frowned and found a tall, feminine and handsome man standing beside the bed. This man she recognized was Richard Gray, the Grays son. The Grays and the Smiths are life friends. Richard Gray has great accomplishments in medicine. After his studies, he became the Smiths' personal doctor. He and James Smith are also good friends and brothers. She played with Richard Gray when she was younger, but like James Smith, Richard Gray didn't like her either.

She continues massaging her scalp and tries to walk away but is stopped halfway by and all too familiar voice. “Do you apologize to everyone?”. A deep husky voice spoke to her snapping her out of her thoughts. She raised her head immediately and her eyes met with his ocean blue eyes, Grace is taken aback by the unexpected meeting, as her lips hadn’t forgotten its past dilemma a while ago. “No i don’t”. She answered back, a stare off still ongoing between the two of them. “That’s good, But why is a beauty like you crying?”. Mr Black took a step forward, while Grace took a step backwards unconsciously.

Just the clean recognition of her own ability, which she has been learning to hold without apologizing for it. He smiles. The real one. She loves that smile, the way you love the things you did not know you needed until you had them and now cannot imagine being without. On the fourth day, no brief. She and Ethan take António's recommendation and drive to Sete Cidades (the volcanic crater in the western part of São Miguel containing two lakes — one blue, one green — separated by a narrow bridge; the different colors result from differences in the way each lake reflects the sky due to their positions relative to the caldera walls, though local legend attributes the colors to the tears of a pri

He had dismounted the wyvern and walked up to me. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting for so long.” “It’s alright.” The dusk painted the entire capital city with a golden blush. Blue turned his face slightly away, his eyelashes catching a faint golden glow. “I don’t even know what’s wrong with me… I keep doing things that make you dislike me.” “How could I dislike you? No one would ever dislike Blue.” I smiled. “You’re the pride and savior of our tribe, after all.” “That’s good.” He gave a wry smile. “You must be tired after all this. Go rest now.”

Alex and Uri then go to a "blue" road. It is called "blue" because both sides of the road and the ground are paved with a blue stone that Uri does not know the name of them. It has a rather dark blue color, quite similar to sapphire. Sometimes the wall surface will be reflective, flashing light streaks, seen as very eye-catching. Because the stones gave off blue light, this road without lights could still see the way. Uri felt like he was lost in a fairy-tale world. He never thought that in real life there would be such beautiful architecture, let alone this underground, not to mention the area of kidnappers.