Blueberry X Red Novels & Stories

“Love is like a berries… there are different kinds of it. Strawberry, raspberry, blueberry and blackberry. Lets not talk about what other berries are there.. I not know. But… then… let us stick with those three.” “Wow mom, don’t tell me you find out the relationship of love to berries? That’s… incredible…” “Silly. Hear me out first.” “Oops, sorry… I am just amaze…” ”Love is like those berries. Just like how Strawberry represent young love. Raspberry represent deep love. Blueberry represent a love that is build with hardship. Lastly, blackberry who is a fruit of a dark love. It can be pale pink but sometimes it is red. When it is red… it is sweet. When it is ripe, it taste the best. Just lik

They wouldn't cry over matters of the heart. … When Rosalie saw Bradley the following day, he'd already taken off his rosary. In its place was a bracelet woven from fine red and blue cords, colors that symbolized love in local tradition. The red cord represented the woman, and the blue cord represented the man. They were intertwined tightly, symbolizing that they would never be separated. Threaded between the cords were a sapphire and a red agate. Rosalie remembered that red agate stood for eternal love. "I have to go out to deal with something," Bradley said. "Would you mind looking after Lola for me? She's not familiar with this place, so don't let her run off by herself."

Some were attired in purple like mine, but others weren't. "What are red and blue for?" I asked Madison eagerly to know what they were celebrating. I knew the event was for the lost and also for the found and the unfound, but I couldn't determine which color was for those. "Red is for the found, the ones who were lucky to find their mate during the full moon, and blue is for the unfound, the ones who didn't and are still searching." Alaric's eyes met mine simultaneously in the crowd, and I realized he was wearing a blue top. We weren't lucky to find our mates as well, I reckoned. He smiled at me, and immediately I looked away from him, feeling shy.

Most importantly, Amber no longer accused him of drinking blood. “Yuck! What is this?" the woman asked, wiping her mouth with her hand. "A mix of lingonberries and blueberries," Mr. Cold answered as he grabbed a towel and began to wipe the spill on Amber's sweater. "Hey!" The woman slapped the man's hand and snatching the towel. "You can't touch me!" Not wanting to argue, the man rolled his eyes. In fact, he could claim to have memorized every curve of the woman's body.

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.

Walking closer, Maria spotted round blueberries, glistening raspberries, and bright red strawberries. Crouching down on the ground, Maria set down her basket, plucking the fruits, and dropping them into her basket. Maria didn't want to fill her basket with only berries, so once she was satisfied with a certain amount, she picked up her basket and moved to a different location nearby.

Running frantically through bushes and grass, at least now I know exactly what I need. It doesn't take long to find a Red berry bush but, before I pick them, I make sure they are the right ones. Red berry: has medicinal properties. I take a handful and begin to feel better immediately.

"The blue has a kind of innocent vibe but the red has sexy air about it." "Innocent vibe? Sexy air? Alex, what in the world are you talking about?" She asked, confusion written all over her face. I forgot I was talking to my mum. "What I mean is, I'd wear the blue if I wasn't expecting anything after the date but the red if I was." I explained. "And this something is....ooh." She paused. "Red it is then." It took a moment for what she just said to click. "MUM!!"

They, who have come to take everything from me, will have everything taken from them today. I grip Cara’s hand in mine, pulling her strength. She feels the change and her head whips around to look at me. I’ve heard that people who can see auras say that individual auras have different colors. I don’t know if it’s the same, but where my strength feels like it’s a bright red, Cara’s feels orange to me. It blends easily with mine, creating a new color, something lighter than mine but darker than hers. When I feel a hand come onto my shoulder, I know that Angel has joined our connection. Her color is blue, a cooling color. But rather than mute our fire, her blue bleeds into our reddish orange, m

"This ruby? Silas promised it to me. You’re just wearing a borrowed crown. You think you're special? You're just a charity case in a fancy dress." I felt the tipsiness from the champagne turn into a cold, hard focus. I looked at her pristine, million-dollar white gown and then at the full glass of dark red wine on the table next to us. "You know, Sandra," I said, my voice steady and sweet. "You're right. Red is a very difficult color to manage. It's so... permanent." I reached for the wine, and with a "not-so-accidental" flick of my wrist, I tipped the entire glass onto the front of her white silk.