Bluey Claw Clips Novels & Stories

A pair of ten-centimeter red stilettos was ready to complete her look. Meanwhile, Bella was wearing a mocha-colored dress that reached just below her knees. Her hair was also let down, but she added a cute clip to the right side of her head. Dangling silver earrings complemented her bold makeup look. To add height, Bella had beige wedges with a twelve-centimeter heel. Claire whistled when she saw her. "Ready to find a handsome guy?" Bella teased when Claire complimented her look. "You might as well pin a nametag that says 'single' on your chest so everyone knows you're looking for a boyfriend," Claire joked, laughing. She grabbed her black clutch that had been sitting on the table. Bella too

I punch the bag until my knuckles are ragged, trying to punch away the voice that keeps saying I don't deserve her, after all I gave her away. When I return to my room, I slide my hands into my coat pocket to pull out my phone, but my hand brushes against something else instead. I pull it out, my forehead scrunched in confusion as I turn over the clip. I stare down at it, and it falls from my shaking hand. Someone must be messing with my head, because there's no way. I pick up the clip with trembling hands, and I know it's the one. It's Nyra’s favorite butterfly claw clip. It went missing the day before she did.

“Exactly like this. Natural. Relatable. Sexy. The people miss Chloe.” I wanted to argue, but the fire in her eyes was contagious. So I did it. I slipped into her robe, knotted my hair in a towel turban, and stood in front of the bathroom mirror brushing my teeth while Blue danced around me with my phone, snapping shots and videos from every angle—low, high, side profile, mirror selfie. She kept directing in that unstoppable way of hers. “Chin up… yes! Give me that half-smile… perfect. They’re gonna lose their minds.”

He looked down at me and Devon, his eyes glinting purple from under the moonlight like he had found a treasure in a very unexpected place. “What are you two little bunnies doing here?” The Black Claw hissed as his grin turned into a dreadful smile that made me and my brother tremble in fear. My mind was filled with fear, and I couldn’t think of anything but to scream for Dad to save us. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and the next thing I saw was when the Black Claw flew and hit a tree with its back. At first, I thought the impact killed the Black Claw, but when Dad turned his back on him, he stood so fast and slashed Dad’s back with his giant claws.

"It will get dirty. I gave a lot of work around today" "Red!" "Hell no!" "Blue! Blue! There's nothing wrong with blue!" "Which shade of blue?" "Okay! I'm done! Wear something the color of your eyes!" "And, what is the color of my eyes? You know I can't see it" It was a very hopeless try that drove Flora to laugh hard. Hearing her laugh was everything Claude may ask for. He smiled satisfied and went into his walk-in closet. Claude came out closing the buttons of a handsome black shirt:

(Anj’s POV) “Can I borrow it?” Olivia asked me. For sure, she could see my hands trembling as I took the accessory from my hair. When I handed it to her, Olivia took the time to check if it was genuine or not, and then she nodded as if she was talking to herself. “Take a look at this, Angela.” My head moved closer to her. “These are real turquoise stones, the blue ones are sapphire, and the ones at its feathers’ end are real diamonds. I’m sure this is the missing clip because of this etch.”

And it seems that she used it on mother's superior and their playmates. "Blythe..." Just like the full moon outside, her eyes went around after Claudia emerged on her face in just a blink. The cold smirk on her blood-stained lips horrified Blythe to the point of heebie-jeebies. The corner of her mouth has a white thing growing and sharpening, it took Blythe a long moment of terror until she realized that those were teeth. A sharp, long, and scary set of teeth. "C-Claudia... W-what was t-that?"

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

That, enough, has already made her believe in a second chance for their relationship. “Be careful…” Leal bit her lower lip when he inserted it inside her. He twisted and turned it, looking to find the spot where it was. “Ow—“ “Sh i t. Sorry.” He had pushed inside a little too harshly. “Where is it?” “Ow…There it is,” Leal muttered as she felt the tweezers come in contact with a hard object on her shoulders. He slowly pulled it out as her gaze drifted to a small rectangular chip, smaller than the size of a nail.

The poison was spreading faster. “Arden,” Greyman called gently through the link. “How long has it been?” I glanced at the clock on the wall. "Nearly twenty minutes." “Then you don't have much time.” His words settled over me like a weight I refused to carry. "I can still use my abilities, Greyman." Deadclaw cannot be forced out like ordinary poison. "You said your powers haven't returned and even if they have, we don't know yet…" I cradled her securely against me as I carried her upstairs to our bedroom.