Bluey Chair Controversy Novels & Stories

I asked, puffing more smoke. “Because it’s time and they’re back.” He replied, and we began to talk. We talked about some important matters before we stepped out to handle some really important business. Things really didn’t go as planned, so I got home pissed and ready to just take a shower and go chill in the club. I entered the sitting room, and the sight that greeted me was that of Jade and my dog Bluey. My pet Bluey is a female dog, and Jade’s hairbrush had somehow manage to get close to where she was sitting. Jade looked so frightened as she tried to pick up her hairbrush, but Bluey wasn’t having it.

Alexandra halted in her tracks, turning back to Stella. "What's his mum doing here?" "We can't have two designers who would be having problems with their designs in different company." Stella said as she walked to the cushion chair and had her seat majestically. "I'm really sorry." Blue's mom, Grace, said. "It's not your fault, mom." "What are you suggesting?" Alexandra walked to Stella and took a seat opposite her. "Fire one of them." Stella replied undauntedly. "I can't do that. At least, since Blue is under me, I have the right to fire him or not." Alexandra smirked, her eyes fierce. She wasn't going to let Stella win in a situation like this.

“Like, five minutes, Blue. Read a book. Scroll through social media. Why the fuck do I have to find you fucking a guy every single time? And the funny thing is— you guys aren’t even using a condom!” Blue tilted her head, studying me with that mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “You know, you look so weird right now. This is not the June I know. You sound like Chloe.” “That is not even the matter of the case!” I snapped, still trying to keep my gaze above her shoulders. “You were not using a condom when I walked in. I fucking saw you.” “Well, it’s just for the fun of it,” she said with a shrug, reaching for her top.

Liam, who just walked over to them, said. “Duh. I don't blame you. It's not our fault you look like a bunny.” Tanya said sarcastically. “You!!” “Enough Liam. Stop being childish.” Mrs Sharon said. “Tanya, we have the chair. Let's get back to work.” Mrs Sharon said to tanya. “Okay.” Tanya replied, then made a funny face to the fuming Liam and then went back to her shooting position. A chair, like that of a king, was placed on the floor. The chair had an icy design that perfectly matched the concept.

Bluey replied, stepping forward Angelo made to talk again but she raised her hand, a sign for him to keep quiet Everyone gasped "F*vk" someone muttered from the crowd "I don't want to listen to anything from you anymore, hearing you talk makes me wanna puke" she said and everyone gasped again " You said?" Angelo spoke, not believing this is actually happening BLUEY went closer to him and shocked everyone by pulling his caller, making him bend over to herself and made their breaths brush their faces at how close it is,

“And then I went back to my seat.” Blaire’s eyes narrowed, like she didn’t enjoy answers that didn’t come with dramatic confessionals. “Weird,” she said. “Because you’re kind of… the right height.” I blinked. “That’s your evidence? Height?” “Height matters,” Blaire said with complete seriousness, like she was a detective in a crime show. Sienna typed with frantic enthusiasm and showed her screen to Blaire: SHE ALSO HAS THE SAME BAG. I whipped my head toward Sienna. “Traitor.”

“Why did you do that?” The child was startled and began to cry too. Diana was alarmed and comforted her son Kiel. Maria suddenly approached to pick up Blue, who had fallen from the push. “Why are you shouting at the child?” “Why are you letting them fight? Aren’t you supposed to watch over them?” “They’re just kids; it’s normal for them to fight. Besides, Blue is being selfish! He won’t even share his toys with Kiel!” “Don’t you dare call my son selfish!”

"Haha. Dean, I, Blue, am not someone you can play with at will. Your little tricks aren't enough for me." Dean said with interest, "Oh, what do you want?" Mr. Blue said with a grim face, "I don't care where your evidence comes from, but you got everyone involved in the fight between you. You're making a fool of yourself. I have been in the Davis Company for many years. A brat like you can't move me easily."

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”

I smirk. “If that chair is for the chairman, then where’s the chair provided for her, Amara Blake?” The administrator blinks. “Students are normally judged while standing—” “Then she should stand and wait for a chairman who’s probably relaxing somewhere?” I snap. “The fuck are we doing here debating chairs?” “Let’s not argue over a chair,” another board member sighs. “We have a case to settle.” “Good,” I say, leaning back. “Then the chairman’s chair stays empty. And she stays where she is.”