Blueberry X Red Novels & Stories

“Sprinkles and strawberries—that’s a great combo. Did you try the blueberry glaze?” She shook her head vigorously. “No! But I want to. Do you like blueberries?” He laughed softly. “I love it. Next time, we should try both and see which one wins.” Maybe it’s something about both of them being young, but they seem to get each other. Tessa’s eyes widened. “Deal!” Chloe and I exchanged amused glances as we carried dishes to the table. The clink of plates and the scent of roasted herbs filled the air.

He exclaimed in excitement. The wine was looking so overly cold, as it was placed in a pretty looking bucket of ice. Lawrence popped it, and poured out some into Somira's glass cup... as the wine flowed straight into it with grace.. like a flowing stream... The beauty of the reddish and sparkling oxblood colour of the wine was appetizing enough... coupled with it's sweet smelling scent of each drop which was circulating in the air... was enough to satisfy the thirst of ten thousand peeps. "Here... have some!" Lawrence said to her... Holding the glass of wine, and stretching it towards Somira..

Thea poured more into her glass and spiked it with poison. "Looks like I poured too much, Sir," Thea took off her mask and looked at the glass, a bit confused. Bilwin looked at Thea openly without shame. "Sir?" Her face slightly blushed with embarrassment at her mistake. "I think I've had too much to drink, would you trade it for mine?" Bilwin nodded. “Yes, yes… trade it for mine.” He took the glass in Thea's hand without hesitation. "Cheers!" "Cheers!"

"I'm sure she's fine." "Yeah…" I pluck the berry from his hand and put it in my mouth. I crush it between my teeth, and bright flavours burst on my tongue. Sour and sweet. Fresh, yet earthy. It's the yummiest thing I've ever tasted. Much better than the bland porridge I'm fed twice a day. "What are they?" "Blueberries." The fruit of the Fortunates. All fruit are the fruit of the Fortunates. He hands me another, and I shake my head.

Braxton mumbled. “What’s the big deal with those things?” Lexi asked as she dropped into the chair next to me. “They’re fruit filled, and Chastity makes them with homemade fruit sauce inside. There is apple, strawberry, and BLUEBERRY!” Braxton said excitedly. “Is he related to Norm by any chance?” Lexi asked as she looked at me. “Um…no.” I responded with a snicker. “Try one, and you’ll see.” Braxton stated with a sniff.

She is about to take a seat when Red calls her name. "What is it?" she asks, Red looks at her and gestures her to come closer. She scrunches her nose and went beside Red. "Go wash it and after, chop it into pieces. Got it?" Red asks, raising a brow. Blue only nodded and when in front of the sink while Red prepares the table. After a while, they are now facing each other at the table with food on it. "Eat first before you go", upon hearing those words from Red, Blue's smile widens and takes their breakfast in a good mood. Red just shook her head after seeing how happy Blue is.

> Blue’s comeback is normal but Jax grins wolfishly nevertheless and chases them away playfully. Their shy flirting has Jax and me, blushing. They never did anything other than converse. Blue is determined to wait for his mate and Red thinks she will be cheating on Soren's wolf, but both are happy for us. Did I mention Jax, and I, have a ‘friends with benefits’ thing going on? What? A girl has needs. And a love for gifts, I discovered. “I told her we’ll visit him- uh hmm, when she gets the big holidays,” the last words come out in a breathless sounding gasp when his lips met the lips; which I do not use for speech.

To the point that even ants and plants were audible! The JAZZU BLOB's main component was extracted from the waxy-white glutinous berries of a mistletoe. The mistletoe in this world was different. Unlike the traditional plant that was used as decoration during Christmas, the mistletoe in this parallel world has reddish flowers instead of yellow.

Much like the man himself. I'd expected his colors to more closely resemble his brothers due to their genetics. I would have been wildly, dangerously wrong. Xander had more than the triplet of colors of his brother or Atlas. Purples, oranges, greens, blues, and reds, Xander looked like a tormented rainbow on the spirit plane. He also had more than the thread of pulsating black. His black was sheltered by a lacework of silver.

“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?”