Blue Tears Pokepasta Novels & Stories

“He was breathtakingly handsome and had the most beautiful set of blue eyes he had ever laid his eyes on. The kind that got you lost in them. So addictive and so compelling he literally got lost in them. So lost in them.” “Then the boy asked the other boy what his name was,” Alex blushed as he continued. “Unfortunately the other boy was so lost in the boy’s blue eyes he just uttered ‘blue’. Then the other boy thought that was his name and never stop calling him Blue ever since.” “What?” Seb let out alongside laughter, covering his face with his palm. “Blue.” “There you have it.” Alex smiled at him. “That’s how the name Blue came to life.” “That’s so crazy and romantic I had no idea all this

She leaned closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “Check this out.” She pulled out a laminated menu, pointing to a few drinks with a grin. “Blue Lust—bright blue, gives off this cool vapor, got a lemon twist for zing. Then there’s Devil’s Kiss—black as night, vodka-heavy, extra ice for that kick. And the Rainbow Special—layers of colors, tastes like a damn fruit explosion.” My eyes drifted to the vibrant drinks on the menu, tempted. I reached for the Blue Lust, imagining the sharp tang on my tongue, but Stella swatted my hand away, quick as a whip.

Mama gushed as she began to shed tears. "Ma mamma, il bulbo oculare di Pablo è blu, questi carini hanno il bulbo oculare grigio" (But mama, Pablo's eyeball are blue, these cutie are having gray colored eyeballs) Martina argued. Only for mama who was Emotional, to pick up her slippers and stone them on Martina who ran for her dear life.

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.

The blue matches his eyes. “Let us show them.” We cook. Team. I mix the batter. Eggs. Milk. Flour. Vanilla. Fluffy. Perfect. He heats the pan. Butter. Sizzle. Golden. I flip. High. Catch. Lila claps. “Again!” she says. Zephyr makes compote. Berries in pot. Blueberries. Strawberries. Sugar. Lemon zest. Boil. Thick. Red. Shiny. Smells sweet. “Taste,” he says.

My hair was flowing down my back and my makeup was mysterious. “Let's go to the bar….” Blue screamed into my ears. “Sure….” We walked to the bar where there were a lot of drinks. This was a surprise party and people showed up like this. I guess Orion wasn't just a biker gangster. Blue handed me a drink. It was blue like her hair. I took and stared at her suspiciously, “What did you do?” “What? Drink up….” I looked at the drink, sniffing before turning its contents into my mouth. The bitter-sweet taste gripped me. As it washed down my throat, it burnt me.

“Kung kailangan kong gawin ito para hindi ka umalis gagawin ko.” “Bitawan mo’ko,” mahina pero madiin ang pagkakasabi nito sa kanya. “Alam kong hindi ka ganyang klaseng lalaki, Blue.” “Bakit mo ginagawa ‘to, Sadako?” “Porsche. Ako si Porsche. Nakalimutan mo na ba? At ikaw, Blue, hanggang kailan mo balak ilihim sa akin ang katotohanan? Alam ko naman na isa sa inyo ni Red ang nagmamaneho ng araw na ‘yon pero ang manatiling tahimik kayo tungkol dito-”

Priest Elara explained. “We do not want you losing all your energy on unnecessary violent activities before you face our enemy, the beast who has dared to insult our pack,” Blue declared. I hesitated, still not wanting to drink from the strange drink. “I get it, but this… it is so bitter and smells weird.” “I know,” Blue said softly, “but trust me, it's for your good and the good of the pack,” I sighed heavily and replied, “Fine but I will only take a little sip,”

I was so disappointed when I didn't see you. Avery made him a cup of tea with blueberry muffins. He thanked her, then he took a sip and said, "I have never seen blue tea before, what is it called?" Avery smiled and replied, "It's Butterfly Pea Flower tea." Xavier drank the blue tea and left the muffins untouched because he didn't have a sweet tooth. An hour later, the food was served. The food was delicious. Avery looked at him; Xavier was eating with grace and nobility.

“What is this thing made of? Iron and lead?” Emerson watched as Raven carried Porsche to the modules. The moment Porsche was placed in the center, the modules’ light intensified, casting the room in a surreal blue glow. “What the hell—” Raven started, but his voice faltered as a translucent barrier began to form. The light solidified into a crystalline dome, encasing Porsche in a cocoon of shimmering blue hue. “Do you see that?” Raven asked, his voice low but filled with wonder and bewilderment.