Bluey Socks Figurine Novels & Stories

I asked, puffing more smoke. “Because it’s time and they’re back.” He replied, and we began to talk. We talked about some important matters before we stepped out to handle some really important business. Things really didn’t go as planned, so I got home pissed and ready to just take a shower and go chill in the club. I entered the sitting room, and the sight that greeted me was that of Jade and my dog Bluey. My pet Bluey is a female dog, and Jade’s hairbrush had somehow manage to get close to where she was sitting. Jade looked so frightened as she tried to pick up her hairbrush, but Bluey wasn’t having it.

« « TASHA'S PLACE ≈ 8 PM Bluey has almost got tired of waiting, he was able to make noodles though he doesn't know if it'll be delicious to her taste but he's impatiently waiting for her to come back so they'll eat together. The hot pot gave his palms so many burns and right now his hands are full of burns but he's quite proud of himself. He made edible noodles. He looked at the time again and got more impatient. He walked out of the house and peeped outside, checking maybe she was on her way back already but she was not coming yet. He pouted and was about to go back in when he heard two neighbors conversing down the balcony. "The girl who lives in the rooftop room, that high school girl!" T

“I'm not your boss” Bluey stood a few feet away, suddenly timid. He looked at her, one brow raised. "Are you going to stand at a distance and watch me like that? Or are you going to assist in taking off this shirt, Doctor?" The direct request jolted Bluey out of her trance. She moved closer, almost subconsciously. Her hands were trembling slightly as she reached out. She got hold of one small button and loosed it, then the second one, then the third.

“Bluey!! You finally came. For a second I thought you abandoned me and left me to rot here. Can you imagine Amanda even came here to tell me you wouldn't come and that Isabel wasn't my child, such nonsense”. Mr gold chuckled weakly. Bluey stood tall with her shiny blue dress and dark shades to hide all the evil behind her eyes. It seems blue was her favorite color just like her name. Isabel stood just beside her mother, her face nonchalant and calm.

POV: VINE The world around me completely stopped spinning. Bluey. He used to be my closest childhood friend, the boy who lived just three houses down from us on the human side of the valley. Back then, he had a hole in his heart, a congenital defect that made him a really fragile boy who couldn't run for more than two minutes without turning blue around the lips.

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.

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.