Blue Smith Novels & Stories

Maybe he robbed a cowboy and stole a middle school girl's boots on the way here? "They call me blue. You know why were here Sierra." "Not pink?" Collen snorted. "No not pink. Blue, do you know why?" Collen gave the man another once over, enduring the assault to both his eyes and mind. "Is it because of your.... Colorful personality?" "No it's because I beat people black and blue." "Why not black then?" Sierra asked mockingly. When Collen looked he noticed she was pinching her own arm, most likely trying not to laugh in Blue's face

She blinks and looks at him, “You think so?” He gestures to his own eyes, “Oh.” She looks sad, “Oh, Hon. No. I just mean the blue.” She blinks again and looks up at him confused. He smirks, “They are such a striking blue and I’ve only ever seen the like on Bone-Witches, admittedly they weren’t as nice as you, but that’s beside the point, Hon.” Seb stirs the bags in the large pot, trying to make sure they’re all evenly cooked.

Girl: hi, I'm Cindy Blue: (dull voice) nice to meet you Cindy. I'm Blue. Cindy : huh Blue? That's a lovely name. And I love your Blue eyes, Blue. It rhymes with the uniform. She nudged her with her elbow and gave her a wink. Making Blue to laugh Blue: thanks Cindy Cindy: wow it's a relief to see that you smiled after that weird girl created a scene. Don't mind her, she's paranoid or something.

"Haha. Dean, I, Blue, am not someone you can play with at will. Your little tricks aren't enough for me." Dean said with interest, "Oh, what do you want?" Mr. Blue said with a grim face, "I don't care where your evidence comes from, but you got everyone involved in the fight between you. You're making a fool of yourself. I have been in the Davis Company for many years. A brat like you can't move me easily."

he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi” The family wore normal and yet classy outfits, different than most of the fancy ones others were trying to impress one another with. Sophia wore a casual long dress that covered her legs completely. Her chest, despite being exposed, wasn’t too revealing, and her sleeves reached just below her elbows. The dress was royal blue, matching her husband’s tie who wore a designer Italian suit. Their son stood a step back from them, making sure to keep a close, and yet respectful distance from his ‘elders’, in other words, his parents.

In fact, she made it halfway up the steep road leading back to the Rusty Puffin before he called out, “Miz Scarlett?” She shouldn’t have smiled. She shouldn’t have had even that brief moment of thinking, Yes! She shouldn’t have. But she did. She turned. “Yes, Mr. Blue?” she replied, a bit of Southern accent sliding into the words to match his. So unwise. “You ever have a hankering to ride a horse?” “I try not to hanker, Mr. Blue.” Liar. You’re hankering something fierce at the moment. “I’m learning life is simpler that way.” Or will be. Just as soon as you cut that out.

I said delightedly and hug him tight, he did the same. Blue is one of my best friends here and he is one of Giovanni’s employees who accompanied me the whole duration of staying in this country two years ago. A tear escape from my eyes and he wiped it for me. “Don’t cry, bitch,” he said and I laugh at what he called me. Blue is part of the LGBTQ community and I am glad that I met someone like him. “I am guilty that I left you here without saying a proper goodbye,” I told him and guided him to the sofa.

After all, Boss Blue wouldn't marry someone who isn't beautiful. “You're so close to our family doctor, huh,” Boss Blue broke the silence. “Is he one of the men you're trying to win over?” He asked me. “Well, I can't blame you if you are. He's the son of one of the best doctors in Asia. He's rich and single.” I stopped stroking Beatrice's soft hair and looked up. I saw Boss Blue looking at me through his rearview mirror. I don't know if I should be offended or what by what he said. Is that how he sees me?

Something desperate. “You left without saying a word,” Liam said, voice rough with panic. “Why, Blue? Talk to me. Please.” Blue’s throat closed around the thousand things he wanted to scream. Instead, he shook his head and turned away, staring at the blur of headlights. “Go back inside, Liam. The world’s still cheering for you.” “I don’t give a damn about the world right now,” Liam shot back, stepping closer. “I care about you.” A bitter laugh tore from Blue’s lips. “Funny. You cared about me while you were shoving your tongue down someone else’s throat on stage? Was that part of the caring package?”

The Gamma's mate, Hunter, winked. "Oh, ignore them, Sapphira. They're just salty because Irina has been bossing them around all week." Beta Declan's mate, Kate, tucked her arm through Sapphira's and led her over to the mini-bar. Kate had her short black hair spiked up, and she had kohled around her dark eyes. Her leather jacket was worn and faded in places, her boots scuffed and dirty. Sapphira couldn't imagine her at a parents' evening with Torin.