Bluey X Mackenzie Novels & Stories

“Great eggs as usual, Sprout! I’m gonna throw on some sweats for the gym. Mac, we can stop by your place so you can change.” He stood, taking his plate to the sink. “Can you pour me some coffee first, babe?” Mackenzie asked sweetly. “Sure,” Greg replied. He filled a mug and set it beside her plate before heading down the hall to his room. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I realized I was alone with Mackenzie. I resolved to act as if nothing had happened and took a step toward my seat. “Ahem,” she clucked, stopping me in my tracks. “I’d like some cream.”

“He had to be put down. Period.” “I’d kill for woman I loved. No doubt about that,” Blue mumbled, more to himself than me. I noticed his gaze locked on Kenzie as she swept the hallway, and she glanced up. Would the two of them be able to find happiness despite being from two different walks of life? Kenzie knew exactly where she was. She was in the pack. She wasn’t just the owner of 4Pak sporting goods store. She was the pack’s healer and took her job very seriously. Kenzie tucked her hair behind her ear and blushed as she turned her gaze away from Blue and disappeared behind the corner of the wall. I glanced over at Blue and patted him on the shoulder, catching him off guard.

she hissed before storming off. “She’s so full of herself. I don’t understand her problem,” Mackenzie muttered. “She just needs someone to put her in her place and I’m always ready for that,” Amy said with a grin. The group laughed again, agreeing with her. “Thanks for earlier,” Mackenzie said appreciatively. “No problem, girl. I’ve got your back.” Amy slung an arm around Mackenzie’s shoulder, and together they walked home, giggling like high school girls. ------- Mackenzie pushed open the door to the small apartment she shared with her grandmother and eleven-year-old nephew. The familiar scent of lavender and home-cooked food greeted her instantly, easing some of the day’s weariness.

His salt and pepper brown hair slicked back made his face more appealing and his face was neatly shaved, a thin straight scar from under his left eye down to his chin, the scar was supposed to be ugly but it gave him a rugged ruthless hot look, with a jawline so sharp it could through diamonds and when my eyes caught his I felt this odd sense of familiarity. It's like I have seen those blue eyes before somewhere. "Who the hell are you?" He scowled and I quickly scrambled up from the couch moving to shake his hand but he left me hanging taking his seat while I remained standing. Right. I understand why his son hates him now. "I'm Mackenzie Howard, I dated your son until yesterday-" "So you ar

A few seconds of gurgling water echoes and when it stops, Mackenzie reappears through the door with a towel and a small basin of water in her hands. She sets the basin on the bedside table, soaks the towel into it and squeezes the towel to drain the excess water, before gently patting it on the corner of my lips. I jolt and hiss the instant the towel activates the pain I’m unaware is existing. I wonder how swollen and bruised I look. I hope I don’t look worse than that a.sshole. Since that a.sshole infuriating face crosses my mind again. His infuriating attempt to r.ape Mackenzie and his confusing relationship with Mackenzie and her parents also cross my mind.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

Even in the low lighting, she could see the family resemblance between them; the squareness of their jaws, the dark curly hair and the deep tan of their skin. "I'm sorry to say that I don't, Alpha." Alpha Kai hummed thoughtfully. "Did you know that my great-grandfather mated the sister to the King?" He pointed to the painting hung above his Beta's head. "They met at the King's coronation. She had the most incredible auburn hair down to the back's of her knees, and," he paused, turning to meet her gaze, "sapphire-blue eyes." Shit. He'd figured it out. And not only that, the Alpha was her distant cousin.

Hank dropped his gaze to McKenzie, who gave him a weak smile and a wave of her own. “She’s the spitting image of my Caleb,” Jeanie went on, clutching her hands over her heart. “She is not. She’s all Jacey. Except for maybe the hair,” Hank snorted. Privately, from what little I’d seen of Caleb, I had to side with Hank. McKenzie’s fair features and wonderfully curvy body had to come from her mother. “Hi,” McKenzie said tentatively. “I’m McKenzie.” “Are Jacey and Caleb in the truck and just trying to soften me up with my granddaughter?” Hank growled.

He curses himself for not developing the Moon Candy better, even though he has done a lot for a pack only six years old. Shortly, they reach the room where Blue is staying with a maid looking after her. As soon as they open the door and Blue spots them, she jumps off the bed, ignoring her favorite TV show as she makes her way towards them. She moves past Kookie, throwing her arms open to Elias, who picks her up. “Ouch!” Kookie comments, placing a hand on her chest. “Did you miss Uncle Elias?” Elias asks, and Blue nods. The maid bows briefly before turning to leave, and Kookie dismisses her.

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