Blueberry X Red Novels & Stories

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

Seeing it made something flutter behind her ribs. She didn’t know what they were now. She wasn’t ready to say anything out loud. But she knew she didn’t want this to end. “You want berries on yours?” Jules asked, already digging into the fridge. Aria nodded. “And whipped cream.” “Dramatic,” Jules said, but she smiled and complied. A few minutes later, two plates hit the counter. Tall stacks, butter melting, syrup pooling. Aria moaned the moment she took a bite.

“I’m just…I’m a bit confused. I wasn’t expecting to see him ever again but then I did and he saw Aurora and I just…I’m scared. What if he finds out Aurora is his daughter? What if he tries to take her away from me?” Aziel took a step closer to me. “Aurora is my daughter, Red. She’s mine and no other man’s.” “I know but still—” “But nothing Red. I’ll be right here waiting on whatever he tries to do. You don’t have to worry about that, okay?” He said and I nodded. I hugged him and I felt his slight hesitation before he wrapped his arms around me. I guess he was mad at me that I wouldn’t love him the way he wanted.

ROSALINA'S POV Pink, red, and purple lights intertwined above us, casting a sensual spell as we continued our passionate dance. Each color seemed to symbolize a different facet of our connection: pink for desire, red for fiery intensity, and purple for the electric chemistry that bound us together.

I had carried it for seven cruel months, so what if he decides to pour his anger on us? My fear intensified when the watch on my wrist began blinking red. I could remember Ryan telling me a few things about the watch before he gave it to me. He said if it began blinking red, it means danger, or whoever I was with is dangerous. If it's blinking red and black, whoever I was with has evil intentions towards me, but if it isn't blinking at all, it's fine, whoever I was with doesn't care about me. If it's blinking blue and red, whoever it was with is in love with me. My mate was deeply in love with me, because my watch always blinks blue and green whenever I was around him.

Red chuckled, tilting his head, and watched me amusedly. “Take a bite,” I said, lifting my arm to reach his mouth. “This is heaven,” I smiled, but my body jerked when he grabbed my wrist and opened his mouth wide, eating the whole macaron. “Hey!” I laughed and thought of pulling away my hand, but Red did not release his grip on my wrist. Instead, he licked raspberry jam on my index finger and thumb. I swallowed hard, hoping my heart would calm and my mind would stop flickering hot scenes in bed.

“It’s okay. No pressure. I’m still having my coffee.” “Okay. I’m speeding up. Love, is Brazo de Mercedes the same as Dulce de Leche?” “No, love. Brazo is horizontal. Dulce is round.” “What if they don’t have the latter?” I’m just playing around at this point. “I don’t know.” “You can just come home. Because I almost am and will be ready to cook. It should be done in no time.” “Okay. Let me just get ready. Am I supposed to also get chips?”

“It doesn’t keep out sound.” She did not say a word but continued staring into nothingness. Dongyue received a basket of coloured berries and some ice-covered fruits from the men and closed the door again. “Now that they are here, I reckon we don’t need the barrier,” he told her. She stared towards the basket. There were red, blue, green, orange and black coloured berries. She knew each magical berry had a different effect that would last temporarily. Red symbolised strength, blue intelligence, green dexterity and orange health. She didn’t understand what blackberries did.

I didn’t move. “I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered. “I want you.” “Don’t do anything you can’t take back, Nathan,” I whispered, but I still didn’t step away. I couldn’t. I wanted this. Wanted him. He gave the smallest nod, and because we were so close, I saw it. I also saw the color of his irises start to bleed outward—dark blue swallowing the whites. “Stop me if you don’t want this,” he whispered.