Blueflame Mha Novels & Stories

The morning fog rolled in thick across the Seoul skyline, a fitting metaphor for the murkiness Evelyn was about to step into. She moved through the marble halls of Drake Industries like a woman reborn, unshaken, methodical, and driven by more than ambition now. Justice. Protection. Legacy. Her first stop was the 12th floor conference room, where Hana and Mason were already waiting. Mason was scrolling through encrypted messages on his phone while Hana reviewed data on her tablet.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

He had his own apartment and lived alone, he hadn't stayed too long in Nigeria as he was just starting to adapt the conditions of living in Lagos. The day Michelle arrived at his place for the small holiday, it wasn’t too hard for her to locate the place as the address was very distinct and straight forward. She was marveled by what she saw, she knew her longed audio boyfriend was rich but not to the extent of what she saw that day. She saw with her eyes and she believed. Starting from when Bryan went to pick her from the supposed park he asked her to wait for him, Michelle was really marveled, the type of car he came with. Range rover sport 2021 model wasn’t a small ride to start with, the

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

there’s still a reddish tinge when he’s done, but I know it won’t come off until I use water. Sky then moves to Micah his eyes empty as he stares at the blood pooling on the grass. Sky takes Micah’s hand and cleans them like he did mine. “You defended your home.” “Go back to the compound, I’ll finish up here. Good job, Dark woods enforcers” We nod as one and turn to leave. The walk back to the compound is silent. I keep stealing looks at Micha. I don’t know why. When we’re close to the compound I slip my fingers through his. He tenses. “Are you okay?”

After I made sure that she couldn't see me, I got into the passenger side of his blue sports car. I love blue, but I feel so out of place in his car. I felt out of place in Conner’s dark red BMW, too, but not as much as I do in Clint’s Ferrari. When dragons venture into the human world, they only return with the best things, and cars are no exception. Every year, they buy the newest models, too. Royal dragons control gem and precious metal mines, so they either cash out their stock dividends to buy things, or sell off some gems or metals. They also use their wealth to pay their servants, like me.

I called Dad and told him that I was already on the plane back home. The entire airport was cleared. From the runway to the terminal, every corner was filled with his men. A line of black bulletproof cars stretched across the tarmac, mercenaries standing on either side. They all donned sunglasses, and the bulge of firearms beneath their suits was clearly visible. The airport security had no choice but to step aside, not daring to interfere. My father was the most respected Mafia don on the East Coast, and he came to pick me up himself.