Novelas y relatos de Blueberry X Red

" I pushed the door open and left, his sobs not stirring the slightest bit of pity in me. Finally, I was able to say it face to face, and I officially said goodbye to the past. The days were finally back to normal again. Everyday I worked in my rose garden. But I didn't just run the rose garden, I was also in charge of the company's various fruit and vegetable programs. I met Kash again. This time I was finally able to savor the wines and take a walk in the mountains with him. "This barrel of wine is the fruit from the year you raised the grape vines." He smiled and refilled my glass. "You remember the woman who hit the vines?" I giggled and touched the grapevine. "I remember. Let me plant g

The room entered another period of silence as we got to work thinking of names to call the plants. “Hey, what did they look like?” Sarah asked. “Oh, they were absolutely gorgeous.” I babbled, “Their flowers had gradient colors on them. The less deadly one had a gradient of red-orange, the red at the tip of the flowers spreading down and blending into orange. While the more deadly one still had the purple color of aconite but with a blue gradient.” “Wow, that does sound gorgeous.” She said, “How about ‘Blue’ for the blue purple plant and then ‘Red’ for the red orange one?”

Charlotte and I flipped through the fabrics on the table near the sewing machines. “It has to be a bright color, right? Something that says, I’m having fun,” I said. I picked up a bolt of red fabric. “What about this one?” Charlotte shook her head. “Red means danger. You’ll give someone an anxiety attack.” That… was a good point. Red was the color of blood and stop signs and red flags. I lowered the bolt of fabric. “Blue is more relaxing.” Charlotte held up a bolt with a pattern of deep blue flowers.

It was a peculiar sight to see three glass vials with three different liquids inside. The middle one was red and two external ones were green and blue. They looked so cheerful like the paints used by children to make a nice picture. But in reality, each of them was an ingredient of a mixture capable of changing people beyond recognition. The trick with those elements was that, separately, each of them had a different property. “The green one could erase your short-distant memory, the blue deprives you of any love for anyone and anything - it can make your life utterly unbearable to live. The red one in turn provokes hatred towards someone whose body touched you first after drinking it.”

“Hey, stranger. How's the world of blueprints treating you?” Charlotte’s face lit up as she turned to see Elijah, her best friend, standing there with his trademark grin. Elijah, tall, with dark hair and striking green eyes, he had an easygoing charm that drew people in. With his signature easygoing grin, Elijah had always been her rock, the one person who could make her laugh even on her worst days. They’d been through everything together, and his presence always managed to bring out the best in her, no matter how stressful her day was. .

Nevertheless, the old man was thrilled to hear her response, and he asked her, “Am I? How?” “Your calls and messages are enough for me.” “I see. I'm glad that I make you happy,” he said and picked up one of the fruits. He looked at it and observed that it was different from the previous ones and looked at her smiling face. “It looks different from the ones I took before,” he pointed out. “Yes. The ones you took previously are goji and blueberries. While this is a date,” she explained and he bit a little of it. “I see. It tastes nice. Thank you for the variety.”

Raven wasn’t completely sure whether or not she should go since she would have to come back for high school in August, no matter what we were up to, but the forest was saying she should be there. Then, something strange started to happen. I wasn’t surprised at all to see Brice’s yellow or Joshua’s brown. I was surprised when they started running together, much like Raven and Tony’s two colors. I had assumed that the purple and maroon were intermingling because Raven and Tony are a couple. But Joshua and Brice aren’t a couple…. Melanie’s color never showed up. Neither did Alec’s or Starla’s. I was especially happy about the lack of pink. The lack of light blue made me sad, and no orange made

I dragged out the word in a warning tone. Aaron glanced his way; Dad met his gaze and they both smirked. I flicked my eyes back to the monitor, trying to remember what it was that I had forgotten. My train of thought had been disrupted, and now I had to think long and hard about the email that I was attempting to write. Then, like a smack on the head, I remembered. Ruby had wanted a snowflake-themed wedding, and she had searched all over the internet for an Ice queen tiara. I begged her to let me partake in some of the arrangements. As much as our mothers were handling things, I wanted to add my personal touch to the design. Silver was harmful to werewolves. That was why I had a replica of t

He abruptly lets go of me and because I wasn't expecting it, I fall onto hard ground. I ignore the pain because it's nothing compared to the anguish on Santiago's face. Wow, he's really hurt and it's not just the asshole who sleeps with his mom who did this, but it's also me. I guess if I was color I would be red and not just any red but firery red, the kind that burns everything it touches.

“I felt— through the bond, I felt something—” He stops abruptly, his eyes widening as he takes in whatever he's seeing. “Kai. Your eyes. They're—” “Red,” Summer finishes. “They've been glowing red for the past ten minutes.” “Not just ref.” Zane's voice carries something like reverence. “Blue too. Red and blue mixed together. I've never seen anything like it.” “What does that mean?” I ask, though I'm not sure I want to know the answer. Zane and Summer exchange a look. Some unspoken communication passing between them.