Bluelock Novels & Stories

“I calculate all the probabilities.” “How?” “At first, Blue will take the responsibility to block all the available paths and coverages to isolate the enemies. However, I need to consider Blue’s well-being. Because of our busy preparation, Blue can only sleep not more than six hours for more than two weeks.” “Right! Blue values his 12 hours of sleep. He tolerates his sleeping schedule to satisfy you.” “Correct. However, he has hit his limit.” “That’s where Pink will volunteer to take over.” “Correct. He can get exactly three hours to make up for those lost periods of sleep.”

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

In the middle of a scene, he puts his arm around me and I walk up to him. -I really like you Mindy. I pull away and get up from the couch. -This is happening so fast," I was about to leave, but he stops my arm. -Please don't go. -Let go of me. -Please, you have to remember me, don't you remember me at all," he hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear. "Blue lake." -¿Blue lake? -Blue lake. -¿What's wrong with you? -It's not working.

No toys or anything around. "Where is your son?" Jasmine stopped dead in her tracks. A cold air swept through her spine making goosebumps grow on her skin. She had been avoiding the idea of even talking about him. The kind of emotions that swelled up within her were not warm or welcoming at all; there were cold, dark, and void of anything positive. "I don't know." She said blankly, then continued on cleaning a weapon in her hand. There was an OKC (Ontario Knife Company) marine combat knife, a Usmc marine tactical combat knife, a black Smith and Wesson's firearm and about a dozen bullets.

Amethra stared. “How?” “You built the first lock.” “That was different.” “Why?” “I knew what I was doing.” Emmy smiled. “That has never stopped me.” Ignisvath laughed. Amethra almost did. Then she placed her blue key against the bronze. “I choose to release what I once chose to bind.” Blue light spread. The keyhole changed. No longer black. Blue. Amethra inserted her key. “Vaelgorath.” Yes. “I release my claim.”

The pitch deck arrives Monday morning at nine-fourteen. It is thirty-one slides, professionally designed, with a cover that reads: MERIDIAN HOSPITALITY PARTNERS — A Premium Experiential Investment Consortium, Barcelona & Lisbon. (Meridian — from the Latin meridianus, meaning 'of midday' — suggesting the highest point, the peak of achievement; a name chosen for a consortium whose entire premise is built on Valentina Serra's unacknowledged credibility)

He blurted out. "So Shaun, how's that new property you acquired?" I heard one of his cousins ask him. "Good Richard. You know— Melio here helped me acquire it. You should experience her first-hand in a business mood— very precise." He said that with his hands still scavenging my pussy. Fuck I want to scream! "So this is an office romance kinda thing. Everything Blue". I was about correcting Catherine when his finger penetrated my pussy. "Urr.rr! I moaned out.

Across the city center, the usual flow of life was shattered by a sudden, blinding change. The massive digital screens that usually showed advertisements for perfume and luxury cars suddenly flashed a deep, royal blue. Bold, white text began to scroll across the displays, undeniable and shocking. BREAKING NEWS: BLUE CORE MINE AWARDS 200 BILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT TO LU JEWELS. DIRECTOR SELENE YATES APPROVES FINAL PARTNERSHIP.

The map on the wall is bleeding red. Every red dot represents a human being currently trapped in a state of involuntary, relentless arousal. A surgeon in Chicago. A bus driver in London. A kindergarten teacher in Berlin. "We can't turn it off," Alex says, his voice tight with frustration. "The blockchain lock is holding. We have to wait for the encryption cycle to reset. Two hours." "They don't have two hours," I say, looking at the flood of panic messages scrolling on the sidebar. "People are going to get hurt. Or fired. Or arrested."

It was empty, save for a microscopic crystalline structure at the bottom. “The Blue Rose isn't a cure, Ava. It’s a biological tether. It’s designed to make the world’s elite dependent on a single 'source' for their longevity. But your mother created a parasite—a digital and biological virus that can overwrite the Project’s entire database. It’s hidden in the locket Caleb gave you. But the trigger... the trigger is your voice.” Suddenly, the silver laptop flickered to life. A video call was requesting entry. There was no ID, only a symbol: A Blue Rose with a jagged line through it.