Bluey X Mackenzie Novels & Stories

“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?”

“You tell me your stuff first, then I’ll tell you mine!” I could imagine my mum was rolling her eyes at me, even as she laughed at my tone. “Fine, fine, but there are no real updates beyond what I’ve already texted you. Though it sounds like this half-breed will be staying here with us now. It’s really strange, but it seems he has paired up with the leader’s brother!” She replied with as much enthusiasm as I was feeling. No one could mistake me for her child. We both shared the same temperament with being excited.

But unlike the usual blue and red when Kenny was around, his eyes were now blue, so deep as the ocean, and the other green like the emerald crystal. ‘’The other is green while another is blue but a deeper shade of blue. Mckenny your witch ancestry I coming to the surface’’ I tell him, yes I was scared, I was scared of losing him. He would be considered a freak to others but he was my freak, mine alone. The dangers ahead were great not only for me but for him as well.

I froze as I stepped into the kitchen, Mackenzie was seated on the counter watching Mark cook something. “That's for me right?” Mackenzie asked, she looked up at Mark and her eyes sparkled. “Of course it is,” Mark nodded, “When was the last time you ate an omelet?” Mackenzie thought for a moment, “Last week, but…” Mackenzie’s expression dimmed, “I've never had anyone make it for me apart from my mom.” My breath caught as I stared at the two of them, Mackenzie's eyes were practically glowing as she stared at Mark. She caught sight of me, “Mom,” she exclaimed, betraying my presence. “Uncle Mark is cooking for me,” she said.

POV: VINE The world around me completely stopped spinning. Bluey. He used to be my closest childhood friend, the boy who lived just three houses down from us on the human side of the valley. Back then, he had a hole in his heart, a congenital defect that made him a really fragile boy who couldn't run for more than two minutes without turning blue around the lips.

“Arghhhh! This just ruined my mood completely!” With a sweep of her arm, she shattered everything on her vanity table, sending cosmetics and glass crashing across the floor. “I’ll get a maid,” Mandy muttered hastily, backing out of the room. The next morning, the dining hall was alive with the usual chatter as mobsters ate and conversed. At the high-ranking table, everyone was present except for Bluey, Mandy, and Rose. A moment later, Bluey walked in. Sporting his signature cheeky smile, he purposely strolled over and took the seat right next to Kate. Kate looked at him and scoffed, but Bluey’s grin remained entirely intact.

Still Mavericks POV “I’m sorry, did I miss something? I mean, you two look so good together and all that, but I think we should get right down to business. Don’t you think so Mr. Mackenzie?” I grunted out in disgust he kissed her as if his life depended on it. They broke off at the sound of my voice, and I noticed the blush on her cheeks as she looked into his eyes, smiling brightly.

They left the floor to whistle and cheers Mackayla blushing a bit. A bit later Blake walked up to order food and refill some drinks Mackayla was dancing with Camron "Apple Bottom Jeans" and he was a very good dancer. She watched Blake as he talked to Duncanion a willowy blonde walked behind him and leaned on his back in a suggestive way. "Who's that" Mackayla whispered in his ear Camron glanced over his shoulder. "Merri Cross she was Megan's best friend. She's been after Blake since high school but he doesn't return that feeling obviously. Ohh this ought to be interesting" Carson had risen from his chair.

“All done!” Mackenzie got up from the seat and moved to glance at herself in the mirror. She looked breathtaking. The dark blue pants she had on held snugly to the contours of her curvy hips, and her cotton blouse left just a hint of cleavage. Her curly, thick hair poured down her shoulders in shine and softness. The last time she straightened it was in her terrible marriage, and she had never attempted it again since then. Her feet were in matching blue heels, and her light make-up sharpened her features.

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.”