Bluey Socks Figurine Novels & Stories

Inside was a white T-shirt that said Big Sister and two pairs of baby socks, one pink and the other blue. “Mum, you got me a T-shirt! It’s so gorgeous, thank you! I love it... but I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do with the socks,” Jems said, looking at them, confused. “Jems, look at what’s written on the shirt. You’ll understand why the socks are there.”

Something blue was the socks that Archie and I were going to wear which were a dark blue colour. I slipped on the grey suit jacket, buttoning one of the buttons since I thought it looked fancy when I did that. I put on my socks and shoes before going into the closet to look in the full-length mirror at how I looked. If I do say myself, I thought I looked pretty damn good with my hair all fancy along with my clothes.

I asked, shoving the knife closer to Boy Blue's throat. "I don't know!" Big Bird said, shaking. "I didn't get a good look at him." "Right!" I asked, grabbing a hunk of his friend's cobalt blue hair, shoving the knife closer to his throat. "Okay, okay! He wore a power suit, had dark hair, and an earring!" Big Bird sang. "Is there anything else you can tell me about him?" I asked, waiting. "He's a vamp!" Big Bird yelled, his eyes wide. Boy Blue said nothing.

A wide grin stretches across my face as she playfully rolls her eyes, a dark blue that matches the sky on a clear day. I take a moment to rub my tired eyes, only to be greeted by the sight of her rocking a pair of denim jeans that work wonders for her slim legs. She's sporting a plain white crop top that contrasts with the vibrant blue of her hair, complemented by a cute little beige backpack strapped across her shoulder. And let's not forget those beige boots that add a touch of casual chic to her outfit. With her blue hair pulled back into a ponytail, she's looking effortlessly gorgeous.

She asked, curious, but still couldn’t shake the surprise from her voice. “Why don’t you take a look?” She hesitated, but slowly, took a look into the bag and the confusion on her face was replaced by that of astonishment as she saw the cobalt blue Bohemian crystal figurine, decorated with touched of red flower designs. “Oh my God,” She whispered, her eyes widening in shock as she gently moved towards the couch, taking a seat, so as to examine the souvenir more. “This is beautiful, how did you-“ “I saw it and thought you might like it.” Lucien explained, taking a seat beside her. “Do you?”

My legs rubbed together again and I had to see what was down there. “What’s on my legs,” I asked, looking at Jack as he came to my side with a steaming cup of something. I really hoped it wasn’t coffee, do they know I don’t drink it? I couldn’t remember. Finch hopped off my lap and pulled back the sheet to show me some thigh high fuzzy socks. They were a light yellow color with a few random bees and I loved them immediately. “Is it my birthday? You got me gifts,” I asked, rubbing my nightie again and feeling way too sexy.

He's a veterinarian by profession and my mom's a secretary for dad. I am left alone in the house. Well, not literally alone though because Blue is here with me. I searched for Blue, and there I saw him, laying on the rag. I called him and he quickly ran over, wagging his tale. He's a big husky, gray in colour, with a chain under his neck. There is a name imprinted on the plate saying B.L.U.E. I wrapped my arms with this big bud and played with him —tickling his neck which I love to do. I stayed there playing with him for a little while.

I should really pick a lane. "Here." I realized I was zoning out once again, and turned around to see what Ike was offering me. Socks. I raised an eyebrow, gently taking the fuzzy blue socks from him. They were much too big, but looked warm, so I pulled them over my feet. Sure enough, they stretched all the way up to the tops of my shins. I laid my now covered feet out in front of me, wiggling my toes.

I sighed, not pushing him to talk to me tonight. I left his room brokenhearted and walked to Blue’s room, wondering what his version of telling me he hated me would be. His nanny had just put him to bed, and when she saw me, she smiled and left the room. Blue turned in my direction as I sat on the edge of the bed. “Daddy.” “Hmm?” I murmured, holding his arm to check his right elbow. “Daddy, Aya has lots of cute band-aids and gave them to us,” he smiled, showing the SpongeBob design adhesive bandage.