Blue Smith Novels & Stories

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

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.

“Fine. But only because I don’t want to be fussed at when I get back.” He stopped and looked at me and nodded toward the stairs. “Best listen. Uma and Blue are the worst.” I followed him towards the stairs. “Who is Blue?” “The house manager of the Blood Moon Estate,” he smiled softly. “She’s somewhere in between a doting aunt and a worrying older sister to me.” I laughed. “It sounds like she cares about you a lot.” He nodded and stopped outside one the doors and nodded inside. “I’ll see you late.”

He exclaimed to the others. "Great show you got there." Said Agent Ariel standing beside him. Ariel has her hair braided, her arms have a wing tattoo as she popped a gum in her mouth. "Damn woman, that's why I like you." Amusement was on Agent Blue's face as he casually walked towards me and slung his hand on my shoulder. I glared and forcefully removed it, he grimaced in pain. "Easy woman, I'll die because of you before I get another mission." He has dyed blue hair, blue clothes, even he mentioned one time that his underwear is also blue! I always cringe at his style but he says that he wanted to stand out from everyone. Pretty dangerous for a spy where we have to blend in the crowd right?

"You heard that, Yohan? The omega is asking for our names." I heard the beautiful man whisper to the brute looking man whose name is Yohan. “Should I tell him?” “You’ve already given my name out, idiot. Just answer the question for yourself.” The man named Yohan grumbled. The beautiful man looked at me and gave such a dazzling smile. “My name is Blue.” “Blue. Like the color?” Blue smiled. “Yes. Like the color.”

Daemon’s POV He hadn't changed a wink since the last time I saw him, which was years ago. He was still tall and lanky, those bright blue eyes taking the room with such ease, rare to find. He had always been that way, taking on life with such excitement. "Balor!" The name fell from her lips easily as he crossed the space. That was when I noticed the flowers in his hands. Tulips. Not exactly Annie's favorite, but there was no way he could have known that.

Her safety and well being are very important to me. I carried the weight of this tragic tale for years, protecting the secret of Blue's true lineage as Mabel and Winter's daughter. Blue grew up in a loving environment, completely unaware of her heritage. Blue's childhood could have been remarkably ordinary had it not been for the tragedy of her father's passing. His loss left her emotionally scarred, transforming her into a solemn young woman who rarely smiled until she crossed paths with Troy. Seeing her regain her happiness was a source of joy, but I could not help but feel a sense of worry for her. It was obvious that she had begun to search for information about her past, a path that had

I gritted my teeth, holding my patience. I wished to see her, and I had been dreaming of her in my arms every night, but I would die first before I admit to Liam that I missed her. “I’m bringing the phone to mommy,” Blue snatched the phone, ignoring Sapphire as she cried. Blue ran near the swimming pool and focused the camera on her… them. My jaw dropped, not expecting to see her sitting on the edge of the pool lounge chair while her hands were on the back of my sister. She was indeed busy, massaging Ariana’s back, while my sister moaned in pleasure, feeling relaxed and delighted.

As soon as I got to the split in the path, my attention was instantly pulled towards my destined mate and at the same time, my heart broke. He was handsome, that was absolutely certain. He stood about six-foot-something, was athletic in build but not overly muscular and had dyed blue hair, which he had grown out past his shoulders. His stubble, however, was rather blond, which hinted at the true colour of his hair. Two beautiful blue eyes had flecks of green within them, which melted my heart. Yet his expression was one of knowing what I was, and he was not happy to see me at all.

"What do you want to know, Bloom?" I shrugged lightly. "Favourite colour—and movie?" Zac's eyes squinted as he chuckled. He hummed for a moment. "Blue and Pulp Fiction." I nodded slowly. "Why blue?" His head cocked to the side as he looked out ahead at the world sprawled out in front of us. "It reminds me of the ocean." I bit on my bottom lip to stop my smile from stretching miles. I would have never seen it coming—Zac Miller being soft and sentimental. It was endearing.