Bluey Writing Novels & Stories

“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.

Hi readers This is my book blue blood and be sure to know what I write and what you'll all be reading is all in my imagination,it's all a fictionalized. All scenes,sword fighting skills,Powers and all are all work of my imagination if this reminds you of a scene before or a true life story it's all a coincidence. Thanks... ____________________________ In a small hut a woman groan in pain, rubbing her big tummy, she stretch her legs apart, moaning, tears and sweat mixed together on her face, her hairs pull apart but still her beautiful moonlight face shone.

How he’d gotten tired of surviving and wanted to live. He wrote about me without saying my name. About the kiss without calling it that. About how holding someone’s hand shouldn’t be an act of defiance, but sometimes is. And then the last line punched me in the chest: You can paint over walls. You can call meetings. You can whisper. We’ll still be here. And that’s enough. --- 4 When I looked up, Blue was watching me carefully. “This is…” My voice caught. “This is amazing.” “It’s going in the school paper,” he said.

"Now, are you going to show that thing to Brandon?" My cheeks heat up even more. There is a painting of Brandon's mom in my room. He told me she loved the ocean and that his favorite memory is her dipping her feet and shrieking, "It's cold!" before splashing him with ice-cold water. That story really moved me, so I drew Brandon's mom wearing a white dress and smiling with her feet in the water. It's drawn in grey and white, but the water is colored blue around her feet, and the sun is yellow behind her, casting a sort of glow on her hair to resemble a halo.

and pointed out clearly… "I don't think that would be the best for me at the moment. And moreover, it might not go down well with my parents. And same with me, I do not think that I'll be happy staying all alone over there with friends without their presence." "Even if I decide to go to Beldine, it would be because of you. And how am I sure that you would want to keep me by your side?" She questioned him in her heart... and staring so deeply into his sea blue sexy eyes. "Don't you think you can pay them a visit from time to time, if you want?" He asked with a subtle voice.. looking straight into her eyes... with a fallen sight of his. She saw how hungry and wanting his eyes were looking... a

Cilyna thought before throwing the vampire she had been tussling with into a witch running towards her. "Blue Moon shifters! I've heard of them but I thought they were only myth." Jake, Ciaran's beta, spoke up through the link. "They rank with the hybrid. All eradicated before given the chance for life." Ciaran said. Two howls broke through the air, loud and clear. Somehow Cilyna knew it was her children. With their howls, all the vampires in the area feel to the ground curling in on themselves before turning to ash were the lay. Cilyna could see that Ciaran's huge white wolf was struggling to stay standing, whimpering and pawing at his ears. As the silence enveloped then again, Cilyna looke

“Come in.” She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes taking in the modern yet elegant decor of the office. It was a testament to Asher Kingsley’s refined taste—clean lines, luxurious materials, and an expansive view of New York’s skyline. Asher himself was seated behind a minimalist desk, engrossed in a stack of blueprints. His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

About the Author Blu Berry loves the beach, the sunrise and the sunset and the sound of the waves crushing on the shore. She was born and bred in the province and that’s why most of the settings in her novels are located at similar places. Except for writing, she also loves reading, watching movies, documentaries or reality shows and simply listening to music.

Blue: uhmm, a plant that grows in water Cindy : your house might have been close to a river or lake right? Blue: yes Cindy: come on, let's go to your room. I'm tired of staying here They went to her room and as they were coming in, Blue noticed that the weird girl was still staying in the same position she was after she helped Blue. And she was looking sad Cindy: OH look Blue. It's that weird girl. She's in this room. Ignore her if she tries to create a scene with you again. And if she picks up a fight, bite her skin off.