Bluedreams 소설 & 이야기

Third person's POV As the night deepened, they lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, whispering sweet nothings and sharing dreams for their future. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their laughter and the gentle murmur of their voices. They talked about their hopes, their plans for their baby, and the beautiful journey that lay ahead of them. Every word was a thread that wove their hearts closer together, binding them in a tapestry of love and understanding.

I explained to him. "Nice excuse." He nodded to himself, appreciating my lie. "Thanks." "Did you experience anything new?" "No, I mean the headaches have gone too. No fever." I said. "That's great." Drew looked at me. "Hmm." I said, looking at him too. The rest of school goes in a blur. We meet in the parking car and he drives to his place. I turn the music on. "What song is that?" Drew asked. "Teeth by 5 seconds of summer. Why?"

Blue! That night, I fell asleep on our bed, weak and broken. That very night, I dreamed of Blue again. I sleepwalked again. I cried in my sleep again. For the past several days of missing her, I think I'm slowly losing my sanity. I'm trying so hard to be strong but it's fcking impossible. My strength disappeared. I already planned my future with her. I already pictured us living happily together. Now that she disappeared, I don't know what to do. What is life without her? It's hell. I don't wanna live in the darkness anymore. I don't wanna be in hell anymore. I need my angel. My Blue… ***

He would never be able to catch me unless I let him. Leo is our future Alpha and son to Alpha Blue. Yes, his father’s name is Blue, like Blue's Clues, and he even looked a bit like the dog from that TV show. Blue is like me, a wolf with rare fur. His fur somehow came out as a light-blue tinge with a dark-blue patch on his left eye. It is a sight to be seen in the pack. What is even rarer was having two wolves with rare fur in the same pack. Normally, a pack has only one wolf shift with rare fur. It always signifies that the Moon Goddess blessed them for a greater destiny—one that always brings the best out into the world of werewolves. Blue’s destiny was saving the werewolf king many years a

She says, and I grin, taking all of them in. Blu has sky blue hair, with an eyes that match, I think secretly, she likes her hair, and the colour blue, she'll never admit it though. She has a rascal kind of dress sense, more of street style, a dressing that says I don't care, but looks so beautiful and the amount of time she put into deciding shows she cares.

I could tell that Melio's eyes held a flash of pain. "Hi Miss, what's your name?" Black asked giving her a warm smile. "Hello Mr Bl...ack and M...iss Brenda, my name is M..Melio Blanchard ". She said in a shaky voice. This was as a result of my hands digging into her lower back. I dug my fingers into her lower back and at some point started drawing little circles so sensually that Melio became hot and flushed. She was trying her best to find a balance that she almost stumbled on.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

Something desperate. “You left without saying a word,” Liam said, voice rough with panic. “Why, Blue? Talk to me. Please.” Blue’s throat closed around the thousand things he wanted to scream. Instead, he shook his head and turned away, staring at the blur of headlights. “Go back inside, Liam. The world’s still cheering for you.” “I don’t give a damn about the world right now,” Liam shot back, stepping closer. “I care about you.” A bitter laugh tore from Blue’s lips. “Funny. You cared about me while you were shoving your tongue down someone else’s throat on stage? Was that part of the caring package?”