Bolt From The Blue Novels & Stories

Earth narrowed his beautiful thick brows. "What did I say to you? Just shut up and watch" The annoyed guy muttered. He bent down and put on the lighter. Soon the clothes caught fire and within a second, the destroyed clothes were suddenly on Earth. Pete raised his eyes at the ghost and a smile formed on his lips. "It works" Earth was beyond shock when he saw the clothes on him. Not satisfied with the first clothes, the arrogant guy kept on changing and burning them until he found the suitable one. A plain blue polo and brown trousers.

"Come on, pal. You can do it. Moreover, your adversary is that conceited midget." “Bento?” Blue nodded. "See, it's simple. You can knock out that thug with a single blow." “Nonetheless, you should have notified me!” He yelled and took a step forward to approach Blue, but the latter moved away. He halted and fixed his gaze on his. “Therefore, I shall not take part.” Blue laughed out loud and then returned. "Do you wish for haters?" Ace smirked. "I already own. And I don't care."

"What do you want to know, Bloom?" I shrugged lightly. "Favourite colour—and movie?" Zac's eyes squinted as he chuckled. He hummed for a moment. "Blue and Pulp Fiction." I nodded slowly. "Why blue?" His head cocked to the side as he looked out ahead at the world sprawled out in front of us. "It reminds me of the ocean." I bit on my bottom lip to stop my smile from stretching miles. I would have never seen it coming—Zac Miller being soft and sentimental. It was endearing.

I just wanted to mix in that syrup-like sound, but that guy pulled my hand from behind and restrained me from slipping on it. "She's coming," he murmured. He dragged me behind the walls of a prison and shut the door with his trembling hands. He asked me to be as far back as possible. Everything was so strange that I could do nothing else than believe his words. Now I was starting to hear that tune more clearly and audibly. "There she is... Lisa Dorling." I shifted my gaze and automatically covered my mouth. She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding.

His stomach churned, a fresh ache ringing through his ears, but Colton pushed through, slipping forward and jabbing his fist into the big man’s mouth before surprising him with a swift punch to the gut. From over Navy Blue’s shoulder, Colton could see the small movement of Kate’s legs, a renewed hope filling within him. Navy Blue used the distraction to kick out Colton’s ankle from beneath him, causing him to falter to the floor. The man lumbered over him, an accomplished smirk breaking out on his bloodied lips, “You made it far too easy, you boor.”