Bluey Stories Novels & Stories

Flashback Third person's POV. That day... Mehul and Megha were planning to throw a big party as Mihir and Tami finally started their married life and with god's grace, they just got the news that Tami was pregnant. They went to meet her and though she asked about mihir a few times, she was happy about having a child. Finally, they came back and were happy that both Tami and Mahi were going to have babies, and soon, they would have two grandchildren to play with.

Bluey yelled happily as she spotted me and the other followed. I am holding her in a hug while also holding Thompson, who is carrying Kai. I kissed them all on the cheeks before I crunched down, and they followed me. “What are you making?” I can see the drawing in the book and ask. Bluey frowned as she looked down at the book before handing it to me. What I saw almost broke my heart. “Mummy has left us again, right Dad?” She asked, looking into the perfect picture she had created. The one that has her mother, her brother, and I, and then she and little Kai.

"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?

One day, Dad called me, his voice low and solemn as he said, "Daphne, Lucille's father and brother were beaten to death overseas by their former subordinates." They had tried to force Lucille's father and brother to hand over money, but they simply didn't have enough to give. In the end, the mob went wild and beat them to death. Hearing this, I thought it was truly brutal. But thinking about it, I felt like it all made sense. They had killed Chase, and now, they were killed by their own men. Perhaps this was karma.

“All good now.” Hand in hand, we head to our next destination. The skies are darker, the streets awake and illuminated by the tall street lights. On another corner with an open space, there’s a bench. A small crowd has gathered in front of the bench. Calum stops. “This is it.” * * * * * A/N: Blue Story is a real movie. You can check it out if you like.

Charlotte approached her desk, her interest simmering below the surface. “Hey, Jenna! Can we chat for a second?” Charlotte said, her friendly smile masking her growing apprehension. Jenna looked up from her computer, her brow slightly furrowed. “Of course! What’s on your mind?” Her tone was open, inviting Charlotte to share. “I overheard some talk about a feud between the Kingsleys and the Westwoods. They mentioned something about a kidnapping. What’s that all about?” Charlotte asked, leaning closer, her voice low.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs while I assessed my body and heart. It was only the morning of my birthday, and I knew my gifts wouldn’t manifest until tonight under the bright moon. The fact that it was a Blue moon made my insides tingle. Blue moons in and of themselves were rare. Mix it with the Cold full moon of December, which was always special to witches, made this an extraordinary night. Or, so I hoped. The Cold Moon marked the earth’s slumber and going inward for transformation. I knew my birthday falling on this day meant something significant. Despite the nightmare I had just woke up from, I smiled and ran downstairs after getting dressed. I grabb

Their faces screamed 'you should be welcome' while looking at Hector. “Hi, Bluey! Have you rest well?” Sirene asked Bluey. Bluey looked up at Soheila with sleepy eyes. “Chirp, chirp.” she answered while nodding Sirene hugged her. “You did a great job, you know that?” She said. The six birds' spirit beasts were not accustomed on fighting and it was their first time to have a battle. It was good that their enemies were a rank lower than them, so they were not that hurt.

Future. “I suppose he told you the full story then?” Blue released a short, sharp breath through her nose she wasn’t aware she’d been holding. She’d have liked her mother to deny the assertion. Reconfirm what she had known to be the truth for eighteen years before that last night. Though she didn’t seem worthy of anything she’d have hoped for. Not since she’d obtusely assumed a quiet marriage would solve all strife. “With a few choice words.” “Typical.” “Nothing to add?”

Lindsay looked at her watch. “Crap, we need to get out of here, or we will have to come up with something to tell Joe and Abigail,” Lindsay said. “I will take care of that if we need to,” Wren said. “Let’s get back and see how Max and Izzy are doing with Blue.” “Blue?” “Yes, Blue. We found out that not only does he have patches of blue skin, but his blood is the same shade of blue. We started calling him the blue guy and things like that, and it just got shortened to Blue,” he explained.