Bluey Claw Clips Novels & Stories

After sticking a few bobby-pins into my head to hold it still, even I couldn't deny that I loved my hair-do. Claire curled her newly-died black hair and stuck some bobby-pins in it, keeping it secured to the left side. She also added gold dangling earrings, a few bangles, completed with a matching necklace, and she looked stunning. “Why do we have to go to this thing, anyway?” I asked, digging through Claire's jewelry box for some accessories to complete my look. “I actually don't know. I'm guessing it’s just an annual thing to make sure all the packs don't try to kill each other,” Claire said from next to me, sticking a few more bobby-pins to secure her hair.

Using the knowledge of my body, I extend my claws even more, making them even sharper as I slip my thumb claw along with my index finger claw into the slit. However, as my claws touch the sides of the implant, a sudden low electrical current pulses out of it. I stop for a moment and then move my claws just a little and try again. This time, the electrical current is a little stronger and I hear a very faint beep go off in Kolby’s pants in front of me.

I want to sink my hand in his scalp and straighten the sexy mess he created but I opt for warming my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. He hates labels. I must never forget that. “I got you something.” He retrieves a clip from his backpack. It’s the same as the one I gave Asher with a little butterfly attached to the end. My lips twitch in a smile. That hair clip earned me a second punch. Only now, this one is brand new and shinier than the old one I have had since elementary school. Ben tucks my hair behind my hair, stares at the clip on his palm, then back at me. “Err… Do you like it?”

I walked away, defeated. I asked a couple of traders, but none of them had seen her. My hope had gotten thinner. I found a lot of flyers on the wooden post; pictures of wanted people from stealing, murders, rapist, and lost and found children. I pulled one black and white flyer with a picture of a woman that looked very familiar. My pulse raced as I took a closer look at the picture. WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde

I repeated all of the same steps with the other 10, after the bonding was finished, their mind links melded together more intimately with Silverclaw’s. “Silverclaw thanks you for your tribute and devotion to our family, to our pack.” Angel spoke as she gave them each a silver chain to wear, bearing the Silverclaw crest. It was a half moon with two midnight blue stars on each end and a golden ‘s’ in the center. With them officially taking their position, howls of joy echoed from Newblood as they rejoiced in the making of the Barriers. We had a feast in honor of the 11 Barriers along with music, drinking, and dancing.

Inside was a pair of beautiful pink hair clips, each trimmed with sparkling rhinestones. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw them. She clapped her hands and beamed. “Wow! Thank you, Miss Riley! They’re so pretty—I love them!”

the playboy Daniel looked arrogant. Eldrian furrowed his brows as he looked at Daniel with an irritated face, he stopped his chatter and walked towards the cashier to pay for some clothes he liked. The man saw some women's hair ornaments, there was one that caught his eye, a flower hair clip with some white gems. Simple but beautiful. He took the hair clip and also paid for it. Eldrian also chose a dark blue box with a silver ribbon as the place for the pretty clasp. "Hair clips? Quite expensive for a small size, for whom?" Daniel said in surprise.

She took a quick bath and rummaged in the closet for the new lace packs Axel had ordered weeks before. Claire had not known they would come in handy someday. She quickly changed into them, loving the feel on the skin. She got the "tools" out, the chains and ropes. This was the tricky part. Everything needed to be at just the right length and the knots and clamps had to be just right. It took her a while to work the ropes and chains, but she managed to get everything looking like she wanted it.

Trixie's POV “Sloppy, Trixie! Watch your angles!” But I had caught the puck just fine, Yasmine just had to yell across the ice, “You're the one who's sloppy!” I yelled back, before the Coach blew the whistle. “Timeout! Take five, girls!” Perfect timing. I threw Yasmine a glare followed by an eye roll that probably strained my optic nerves, before storming to the bench, grabbed my water bottle, and sat down.