Blueface Story Novels & Stories

#PRESENT "And then mom, we made a plan to save your grandson. He pretended to fall me off a cliff. His guards caught me below and i was taken far away from here. I undergo a surgery and i got my face and not just that, my memory too" Bluey concluded as she narrated all that happened to her parents. Mrs Beatrice Walton was all in tears by now. Mr walton only sniffed as he tried as much as possible to surpass his tears. "My baby suffered. She suffered all this years" Mrs Beatrice cried bitterly.

I simply stated while picking up my wine glass again. “So what are…Wait a minute… Did you just confirm my guess? Come on give me a definite answer.” He urged forgetting himself. Well, this wasn’t the first time he would speak to me so casually. Apart from being my beta, he was also my best friend, which was why he speaks casually with me when we are alone. “Yeah, she is the BLUE BLOOD of this century and happens to also be my fated mate,” I confirmed it for him. I know that I told her that she was my chosen mate, but I lied knowing fully well that it could scare her if I told her she was destined to be with me from the onset. I know that though she pretended not to be affected by it all, she

“Unless… we do a destination wedding,” The blonde hair Blue had spent hours curling bounced as she shook her head, her coat slipping from her shoulders if only slightly. “That just sounds like even more unnecessary spending,” Though even she wasn’t too convinced by the excuse. Better yet, she had become painfully aware of the fact that, despite her entire life at present being built upon a lie, she hadn’t become any better at telling one. The thought alone was enough to cause her a great deal of worry. How long could she keep up the charade before someone noticed? Or how long could she go without making a shock confession that could surely ruin her life and her honour?

Jasmin quizzed. “That's fine let's go” Bluey replied and turned to open the door. Jasmin tried to follow her to catch a glimpse of the legend, but her phone rang. She picked it up and it was a relative calling to offer her condolences forcing her to stay back and let Bluey descend alone. She mouthed to Bluey that she will see him later. When Bluey stepped out of the apartment building, the air seemed to hum with a different frequency.

If I could stay under for a few more seconds, they would be done, and I could come out for air. I wiped the thought of air out of my head, focusing solely on one face. His face. Cage. He had gotten me into this. A little over a week ago, I had been Blue Meyer, CEO of Fairy Beauty. My life had been amazing and worth living. And now, I was drowning in a river because I had to hide from a pack of half human half wolves that I would have never thought actually existed. Water slid into my nose and I gasped as water filled my throat.

she paused, squinting at my face. Then her eyes widened. “Oh.” I dropped onto the couch, exhaustion pulling me down like gravity. “Oh?” She leaned closer, inspecting me like evidence. “Your face,” she said slowly. “It’s all…. Flushed.” then she covers her mouth like she had just realized something”. Blue had always been a dramatic person from the day we met. Always expressive and never gave a damn about what anybody thought of her and I envied her for it most times. But now I had to show her how pissed I was so I shot her a look. “Blue.”

A Code Blue in the emergency department means a patient's heart has stopped and every pair of hands in the building is wanted. The president cut his own report off mid-sentence and sent me down to the resuscitation. The charge nurse was already prepping my gown at a run, saving every second she could find. And a first-year resident, three months on the job, was standing in front of the procedure-room doors with a printout from the pharmacy in his hand. He put it to me in front of everyone. "Dr. Hale, sixty ampoules of anesthetic went out of your department in March. Did you take them out and sell them? "The head of cardiothoracic surgery, doing something that filthy? Sixteen years in t

“Yeah. Mum’s off to Australia for her degree program. Dad’s on a research tour—he’ll be visiting three countries this month.” “That gives us time to figure this out,” Ria said, lighting up. “Operation: Blue Mystery begins.” “To celebrate, how about Boba after school? My treat.” “Call!” she grinned, and we high-fived again. ⸻ School finally ended, and I felt like a prisoner being granted parole. Step one of Operation: Blue Mystery? Hide the evidence. We stopped at a salon and dyed my hair back to its natural color. The stylist kept asking what brand of dye I’d used for the “strange but stunning blue.” We just laughed awkwardly and mumbled something about “custom mix.” Crisis averted. Sort of.

Notifications flooded the screen, but I ignored all of them until I saw the newest message request. The profile picture showed an empty hockey rink beneath white lights. The username read BlueLine. My heart lurched. The preview only showed part of the message. It’s me. Blue line. You... My thumb hovered above the screen. One tap and I could read the rest. One tap and I could answer him. I wanted to ask how he had survived these years. I wanted to tell him I had never left willingly. Most of all, I wanted to tell him I still remembered the promise about the blue line.