Bluey Writing Novels & Stories

“I must say I was disappointed to see you’ve made the decision to throw away your future for a cheap degree in… what was it?” “Journalism.” “When you could be studying law at Harvard—I could even be giving you, my wife, lectures,” Blue made the difficult decision not to roll her eyes. “A story for the children,” Folder clutched in her arms, papers sticking out in all directions, Blue finally found her feet. Her scarf slipped from her neck and she felt the sweat that had gathered brace its skin as she stumbled around her chair—again reminded of her clothes being ripped off the day her suffering finally ceased.

“Alright, alright. You’re serious about this. I’ll ask around. Maybe Rhonda or Robbie has a contact. One of them’s bound to know someone who reads the weather.” Raven perked up. “You’d do that?” “Of course,” Cullen said, shrugging. Raven rolled his eyes. “Right. I’ll be sure to leave a cryptic voicemail reminder. You always forget.” Cullen chuckled. “Or better yet, just send him my way when you get the number. Tell them to find me at Blue Heavens. You know, my work address.” Cullen gave him a skeptical look. “Blue Heavens? That’s what you’re calling it now?”

“He was breathtakingly handsome and had the most beautiful set of blue eyes he had ever laid his eyes on. The kind that got you lost in them. So addictive and so compelling he literally got lost in them. So lost in them.” “Then the boy asked the other boy what his name was,” Alex blushed as he continued. “Unfortunately the other boy was so lost in the boy’s blue eyes he just uttered ‘blue’. Then the other boy thought that was his name and never stop calling him Blue ever since.” “What?” Seb let out alongside laughter, covering his face with his palm. “Blue.” “There you have it.” Alex smiled at him. “That’s how the name Blue came to life.” “That’s so crazy and romantic I had no idea all this

"Yeah, not yet an official writer. I'm just a synopsis writer. But that's not a problem. From now on, there will be many people who will read my writing. For me, it was a lot of fun." Axel was stunned to see Blair, who looked so happy and excited. A sweet smile bloomed on the girl's lips. Rarely does Blair smile; even more often, she seems gloomy and sad. Unfortunately, Axel only briefly enjoyed Blair's smile. "I will write a story about my life journey, which is problematic. The people who read my writing will learn a lot of lessons and wisdom from the mistakes and stupidity that I have made.” Now Blair is really sombre. She had just regretted one of the phases of her life.

Hey everyone, it's been a while since you last heard from me. I have been doing great between Starmainia, Bluestoria, and the rest of the Crites on this planet. I am still the wild Jessblue you all know and love. I have yet to find love or another mate again. LD will always be the heart and love of my life. No one could ever fill that void. I have accepted this reality, and I am okay knowing I could never love another Bampire. However, this does not stop me from having all the wild and incredible sex a Bampire can have. Whether I mind fuck you or fuck you, I'm having a wild ride. What can I say? Who does not want a little bit of me in their life? Anyway, since Cristina has been gone, guess w

The morning classes went quickly, and as Sapphira and El headed out onto the Common for lunch, the twins, Cressa and Lucas, caught up with them. The twins stood out in the south, with their bright blonde hair, pale gold skin and deep green eyes. They were built for the runway, Cressa exuding quiet elegance while Lucas was straight out of an underwear advert. Both of them were extremely tall. The twins wished her a happy birthday and handed over a small gift. It was a beautiful moleskin diary with an engraved fountain pen, perfect for practising her writing in. El had given her a golden bangle encrusted with tiny gems, a traditional item of jewellery worn by women in the south. She put it on,

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

My parents don't live with me, they are in my hometown working everyday so that I can get education and achieve something in my life. I live in a small apartment and after school I work in a convenient store because I can't always depend on my parents for money as I know it is hard for them too. Life is tough but I am not someone who will kneel before life and be controlled by it. Today is as boring as any other day, infront of the board is a middle aged fat man who is teaching us chemistry, more like just dictating the text book. I'm sitting at the corner most seat of the class at the last bench and because of me Ren is also sitting at the last bench. He is concentrated as always, unlike me

I smiled at him when he was taking his seat. “No, I don’t mind. It was nice that this will be the first time that I will ever have tea time,” I said as I was smiling at him. Tim smiled and I blushed because he was being attractive right now. “So, why don’t we get to know each other then?” I asked before Tim was sipping on the espresso before he put the cup down. “Okay, fire away,” “Do you have any girlfriend?” I asked him as I was using my power to make him tell me the truth. I have the power of persuasion, thanks to me being Blue Blood.

“I said I moved in.” Blue screamed again, incoherently this time. “Ammie! Into the CEO house? The rude one? The tall one? The walking intimidation??” “Yes.” Blue paused. Then lowered her voice dramatically. “…Is he there right now?” Ammie glanced toward the door. “No.” Blue exhaled loudly. “Okay good. Because I need you mentally stable for this story.” “It’s not a story,” Ammie muttered. “It IS a story,” Blue insisted. “A very expensive one.”