Bluey X Bingo Novels & Stories

"Happy birthday, Sapphira!" "Oh, thank you, El. You shouldn't have!" Sapphira blushed as her closest friend bounced over with a silver-wrapped parcel and the most obnoxious hot pink balloons. "Don't be silly. You're only 18 once, Sapph!" She winked, flicking her brown curls over her shoulder.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Fiona said, sniffling again, her face pressed against the annual police picnic T-shirt Barbara had given Hannah yesterday so she could get out of her Willy Wonka death-by-chocolate shirt. With the memory of her now-ruined silk blouse, Hannah’s thoughts went immediately to Calder Blue’s twinkling, whiskey-colored eyes as they’d shared that private joke grin. Bastard, she thought, but realized she was grinning again now, even as tears pricked at the ends of her eyelashes.

He is hers and hers for good, no lady can come out of the blues and take his heart away from her. "I am so glad to hear that, for once, I thought you have left me for her" she looked at him sadly, "Your picture together with her is all over the news and people are talking about it. My friend sees me as a used bitch and you know how much I love you Inosine" she planted a kiss on his lips and Innosine responded sweetly. He held her face, his face filled with smiles, "I do too and you know that" he nodded.

Kaynon muttered as Ciaran lifted a vital off a shelf. "Well they won't be needing it anymore now will they. I think we may be able to use this to our advantage in the future though." Ciaran said, holding out what he had picked up, 'cherry bomb' with a caption, 'quickly eliminate your foes in a fiery blaze'. "Maybe. We could set up some traps around the perimeter after the females get here with a few of these. We're sure to hear the blast from any one of these." Kaynon said looking back up at the wall as Ciaran replaced the vial of red liquid.

"Blue ." " Cleo, I'm serious." ©#KCMmuoe

The next game was announced, and the guests shifted their focus to the large bingo board set up at the front of the room. The game was simple—play bingo, and the first guest to complete five bingos would win the SootheBot 3000, a futuristic cleaning robot. Guests grabbed their bingo cards eagerly, their eyes glued to the screen as the numbers were called. The excitement in the room grew as more and more guests marked off their spaces, the sound of people shouting "Bingo!" echoing throughout the room. Maria couldn’t help but laugh as the first winner—an older gentleman—stood up to claim his prize.

“You just don't understand him because he doesn't speak English like we do.” “But Bluey and Bingo speak English?” I nodded. Patting his shiny locks before taking his hand. “They do. But they aren't Peggy's brothers so they aren't…the same.” I sucked at that explanation, but my son didn't seem to notice. He was too busy giggling and shaking his head as we walked to the car. “What?” “You're so funny mama…” he kept laughing. Unable to hold back a laugh of my own, I asked, “really?” “Uh huh,” large, brown eyes lifted to mine, shining with amusement. “Bluey and Bingo is’ girls, mama.”

“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?”

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.