Bluey Homestuck Novels & Stories

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.

Peyton Williams "Again" my father sighs. Bodie and I get back into position, and once we were good to go I instantly tackled him to the ground. I'm able to pin him pretty quick, because he's tired and weak. Well that's harsh but the truth. We're in pack training right now, and my father, the beta of the Blue Moon Pack, is in charge.

At least more than she ever had. Sealed away in the apartment they had long since grown out of, Blue could think of far worse things in the world than hiding from Richard and her parents. She had met someone who fed and clothed her for no reason more than simply wanting to. Their relationship had never been transactional. She had never been shamed or vindicated for asking for more. They fought rarely and never about themselves. But Blue had begun to sense that she had emerged from bargaining and gone straight to acceptance—in grieving the future that once just might but surely never could be. Some part of her felt that he had too. “Do you want to talk yet?” holding a single strand of hair pi

But from the moment she arrived, she was so confident that she could become best friends with the Gambino heiress that she grew incredibly reckless. I slowly revealed the Gambino family token, which resembled utmost authority—only the authentic heir of the family had the right to own it. Looking at Lucille, I began coldly, "I never knew we were best friends." She glanced up at me, shock evident on her face. "Daphne, what are you on about?" Chase asked, clearly flabbergasted. "Aren't you from the countryside?" I turned toward him and smirked. "Fortunately, I told you I was from the countryside. Otherwise, you'd probably be plotting my death!"

Ladies are actually paying to kill themselves. From the little that I have been able to learned about Bleu is that he was born in this place and has no idea about the outside world. It seems like he does not have problems with sneering any questions that I may have but I am afraid. I am afraid that prying into the past may disturb the peace that we are both currently enjoying. It is best that we leave the past in the past. Yes, it does not matter anymore. After a few minutes of him walking, we finally reach a familiar land mark which the stream that we have our daily bath.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

I screamed loudly. “Ahh… Blyre. Hmm!” I bite my tongue to stifle my moans, but I can't. Blyre’s hand is too much. “Forgive me for what I will do next, Qyxiella. I'll give you what you asked for.” Blyre claimed my lips and slowly nibbled it while his other hand started taking off my dress. I didn't protest.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

I had just arrived in Silverbrook Haven and didn't want too much attention. Things with Henry still needed closure. When I left Verdancliff in a hurry, the house servants had packed and shipped almost all my belongings to Silverbrook Haven, including every thoughtful gift he had carefully chosen for me over the years.

Eleven players left. "All these teams are actual noobs. Is this supposed to be a challenge?" he wiped his sword with a scoff. "They lack harmony," Blue commented. V watched him crouch against the bloodied grass, robbing any useful items from their bodies before they fully deteriorated. Blue was odd to him, because even when he was essentially grave robbing, he glimmered. The teardrop leaves on the trees seemed to genuflect to him, branches bending and winding to mathematical perfection. All this, just for the moonlight shining through the leaves to hit the arch of his shoulders marvelously. This universe seemed to move for Blue. That, or Uriel had a skewed eye for symbolic imagery. Either wa