Bluey Mackenzie Fanart Novels & Stories

I'm so excited that I'm getting hard just thinking about the scene that will occur in a few minutes. Jessblue is a goddess all on her own with the body all female Bampires wish they had! She is beautiful in all ways imaginable. She is not your ordinary everyday Bampire that roams around Bluestoria. She is like no other female that I’ve seen. She has big voluptuous breasts with a thickness of beautiful curves you can only imagine.

Gael laughed, "You better start getting used to it now that you're getting stuck with me. " Blue's heart skipped so hard when he said that; her lashes blinked multiple times, and she quickly looked away. " Who said I'm stuck with you?", she said looking away, " Ain't you going to tell me your dream?", he diverted. Blue groaned, "It's like you'd never stopped asking", " No", " Painting", " Painting?", " Yeah, I love drawing and painting", " Woah!, that's so cool", " I know right ", she said with a bitter smile,

"The ring was for Red's mom. The last time we visited her, she'd painted her nails blue" It clicked. Red's mum was dead. My heart broke at the sound of Red throwing up in the other bathroom. Lee groaned and slid down the wall, rubbing his eyes. He was crying quietly. Instantly, I felt the tears well up my eyes. What sort of monster does such a thing?

His everyday actions displayed this. “Mummy, look!” Mackenzie’s voice interrupted my thoughts as she pointed to a stall filled with colourful ribbons and fabrics. I turned, my eyes softening as I took in the sight of my daughter’s delighted expression. “Do you want to pick one out?” I had to say one for her to understand one only, otherwise, she would scream and shout if she didn’t get whatever she could grab in her tiny hands. Mackenzie nodded eagerly, her little hands reaching out to touch the vibrant ribbons. I helped her choose a soft blue one, the colour of her favourite stuffed animal.

Please, bear with me on this new journey that I am going on and I hope you all enjoy what I have to offer you. *********************************** Blue River Pack Mackenzie Cavanaugh aka Mack, Kenz, Kenzie – Main character. Beta's daughter, 17 years old, 5'7, with long/waist-length brown hair, blue eyes, a toned/curvy body. Wolf - Rose Scent – Honeysuckle Best friend - Elena Russel Nicholas Dumas aka Nico, Nick – Main character. Alpha's son is 18 years old, 6'5, with brown hair, blue eyes, muscular, tattoos on his right arm and chest.

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”

"My best friend did it shortly after I turned 16, yes my parents know but Leon does not. Did you need something in particular that brings you here?" "Not really just checking up." "CAR" Brenda cried and he lightly touched her lips. "Shh you don't want to get me in trouble do you" Carson said lightly. She giggled and said "up" lightly. "Careful she don't pee on you" Mackayla said lightly. “What ya going to wear today Punkie?" She pointed to a pile of blue clothes on the table "tat." "What would Blake say if he knew you were here?" Carson just shrugged "he asked you to come check didn't he?" Mackayla wasn't happy about it but she wasn't upset either.

Jaxon’s voice rumbles through the room. “The staff dress as sexy bunnies. Low cut crop tops that barely leaves anything to the imagination, black panties with a fluffy tail on them. Ears too.” Bree mutters, rolling her eyes. She turns back to Blue. “Wear a black shirt and shorts. You are behind the bar anyway.” “It’s still showing my legs!” I realised that every time we had seen her, she was in a long sleeved top and trousers or leggings. How bad could the scars be?

Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince. Caption: THANK YOU PLANT GIRL WE SALUTE YOU “This,” I said flatly, “is my worst nightmare.” Sienna’s eyes narrowed. “So it is you.” “It’s not,” I insisted, because at this point I was in too deep to crawl out without consequences. Sienna opened her mouth to argue, but Blaire Maddox appeared like she’d been summoned by the word “nightmare.” She strolled up with her phone in her hand and the expression of someone who had found a new hobby: ruining peace.

"I think the moon had it all figured out for you and Bastian." I giggle. "The moon." I say with doubt. "Hey, that thing has powers. I've seen it. You've seen it. What happened in the ballroom? If that wasn't proof the blue moon has magic, I don't know what is." She hugged my arm. "Well, as an artist, I like the idea of a magical blue moon pairing hearts together. It's perfect." I smile. Wren sits up. "Well, it's not that perfect. At least not for me."