Bluey Wattpad Novels & Stories

“You have? And yes I’m his daughter, Alpha… you know him?” "Oh, not personally, but my father heard of him and would tell me stories of the two fierce fighters! The legends of Blue Moon!” “Really? What stories?” "Ahh, well, when my Father was growing up around the same time as your father, he heard stories of a Gabel and Westin, they were a force to be reckoned with. They were the Blue Moon warriors, he would tell me stories of some of their battles and how Westin saved the Luna!“.

And I don't know where I would be right now if I hadn't met her. Blair is my wife. She's my mate. And she's my life. * * * ###THE END OF THE QUEEN AND THE FREAK.### --- AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's the real ending! Thanks a lot for reading this book! And I will let you know if I can write a spinoff for this one. It will probably be a story about Pryce and Blair's children, either of the twins. Also, don't forget to check out my other books! See you! Have a great day or night! -Love, Brey <3

Olympus, I pull up Bluey. We only allow them to have TV time during snack. JoJo fully believes in giving them only two choices at a time, but they typically go through either Paw Patrol, Bluey, Sesame Street or Doc McStuffins. Bluey is an all time favorite. Typically, they get to watch three episodes of the Australian dog and her sister’s adventures. Often, we as adults get pulled into the episodes as well. It’s just a really well-done show. “And now for the adult snacks,” JoJo says turning to me.

"Are you going to give us a dance?" "Aaron used to bully me in school and I liked it. So I came here to ask him to bully me again like he used to and that's how I met Jayce," she said. Trying not to look at the sea of confused faces below her, she shrugged, jumped down and walked over to her brother. "W—what the heck?" he asked. "What was that all about?" "I'm sorry, but Aaron was threatening to tell you so... I figured I'd just announce it," Lexi explained.

Katleya stopped when Blue handed her his phone. “What’s this for?” she asked. “Your Facegram name. I want to be friends with you. You’d like that, right? I can even introduce you to my twin,” Blue said. “Fine. Thank you.” Katleya added herself using Blue’s account. Once done, she handed the phone back. Blue smiled when he saw Katleya’s display picture. She wore a two-piece swimsuit, showing off her beautiful figure and a mole on her chest. He stared at it seriously.

Bluey exclaimed. “Exactly. You know how Lycans are with their pups. Now that he knows... I’m scared. He might try to take them from me.” Bluey sat up straighter. “Do you remember what he looked like?” “Well, my triplets are his replica. No one can deny it. You’ll see. Bluey picked up her phone and opened her browser. "Let’s try something.” She typed: “Prominent and rich Lycans in Washington.” And after a few minutes,

Her safety and well being are very important to me. I carried the weight of this tragic tale for years, protecting the secret of Blue's true lineage as Mabel and Winter's daughter. Blue grew up in a loving environment, completely unaware of her heritage. Blue's childhood could have been remarkably ordinary had it not been for the tragedy of her father's passing. His loss left her emotionally scarred, transforming her into a solemn young woman who rarely smiled until she crossed paths with Troy. Seeing her regain her happiness was a source of joy, but I could not help but feel a sense of worry for her. It was obvious that she had begun to search for information about her past, a path that had

Bree asks nervously. “She couldn’t defend herself against Vita because of what she does to herself. If she is to stand by our side, she has to be able to defend herself.” Jaxon groans Grabbing our stuff, we make our way up the stairs to find the front door wide open. “Blue?” Bree calls out to her friend. “Kitchen!” Blue fires back. Stepping in, we find her drinking glass after glass of water. I could smell the wolfsbane odour from here.

In fact, Anya was rather sure of it. “Then let’s go get the original!” Anya wondered if she had ever met a lady quite as delusional. Had money made her this way? It was an intriguing thought. Though sheltered, Blue had never been quite as off-with-the-fairies. At least, from what she could remember. She hadn’t seen much of her as of late. “You don’t think I’ve asked for it? It’s gone. They’ve been doing this for two decades, they’re not stupid.”

“Can’t stop thinking about her, can you?” Bluey shrugged, pretending to be indifferent, though a sly grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “She’s got a way of sticking in your head, that’s all.” As they continued to play, Bluey’s phone buzzed on the table. She picked it up, squinting at the screen as she read the message that had just come through. It was an address—a very familiar one. April’s address. A slow smile spread across Bluey’s face as she showed the message to Pistol.