Bluey X Mackenzie Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Then when Lucas comes back, I could ask him for how to get blood from the blood bank without anyone suspecting. “My brother is starting to smell like food to me. Goddamnit! I can't help myself anymore.” Mackenzie probably needed the help now but there was no way I could help her immediately. I could only help her help herself, if she was willing. “Breathe, Mackenzie. How are you?” “I feel horrible.” She said while holding back a sob. I could hear everything that she was trying to keep silent. “Go to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Sit directly under the shower so that the water is pouring on your skin and don't end this call. I'll be with you shortly.”

We didn't care Derek: okay I'm leaving Then he left We disengaged and she chuckled Me: I miss you Blue : you miss me? Me: yeah I pecked her neck Blue : that means you're still missing me now I chuckled Me: well, now it's no longer I miss you but I missed you. Because you're with me now Blue : you're so sweet She played with my cheek and I laughed Blue : I went to the cottage to get those security cameras Me: really, you went to Stirling?

he said and walked inside the inn first. Hail grimaced. He and Blue just have a pure friendship and nothing else. This is just a dream world of mine so why should I make a romantic relationship here with someone else since I will just leave when I wake up? he thought. He isn’t a scum to make the other person’s hope up. "Oh!" Blue muttered and clapped his hands. They followed Mahi inside. "Should I dress up as a woman next time?" he asked, feeling excited. "Drop it." Mahi and Hail told him. Blue frowned in disappointment.

Amy spotted a taxi, waved it over, and jumped in. “See you tomorrow!” she called. Mackenzie barely replied. She scanned the street, flagged another taxi, and climbed in. Her shoulders were stiff. Tonight was going to change something. She didn’t know if it would be for better or worse. --- The taxi stopped. Even with the windows closed, the deep thump of bass made the air shake. Purple and red lights glowed on the wet pavement. Mackenzie’s hand paused on the door handle. Her heart was pounding.

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.

Something desperate. “You left without saying a word,” Liam said, voice rough with panic. “Why, Blue? Talk to me. Please.” Blue’s throat closed around the thousand things he wanted to scream. Instead, he shook his head and turned away, staring at the blur of headlights. “Go back inside, Liam. The world’s still cheering for you.” “I don’t give a damn about the world right now,” Liam shot back, stepping closer. “I care about you.” A bitter laugh tore from Blue’s lips. “Funny. You cared about me while you were shoving your tongue down someone else’s throat on stage? Was that part of the caring package?”

There was some strange humour in the fact that Bradley Pierce's office, a place Blue hadn't been in since she was ten, had quickly become her favourite place to slip away and lose herself in some intensive tonsil-tennis and pre-marital sex. Almost just as strange was the fact that Vincent, a man she hadn't met 10 days ago, was being invited over more and more by Marian to keep the fast-ageing woman company during the times Bradley and Richard inevitably snuck off together as though they were the married couple. Perhaps if Blue wasn't so occupied, she would find the time her father and the man she was supposedly going to marry spent together strange... but she hadn't even noticed, let alone g

“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.”

But down here, right on the fishing docks, it took on a layer of catch-of-the-day that was fairly aggressive. His thoughts slipped to Hannah McCrae and her rather heated argument for keeping change from coming to Blueberry Cove. We need a yacht club like we need . . . a yacht club. He found himself quelling the urge to smile at that. Folks never liked change, even when it would benefit them directly.

How much longer can I go without being next to them both. What do you do when your mate is your slave and your best friend’s sister has the heart to both of us? Sam knows I love Jessblue just like I love him. Will she be willing to have both of us love her? That is the question. I miss being with Sam at night. Especially when Jessblue is here. He knows that I can feel their bond when they exchange bites which drives me wild. I want to be part of that. To love her the way he loves her and the way I love him. He wants both of us to have her, but it is I who needs to convince her.