Cinta Biru Novels & Stories

“Hey, stranger. How's the world of blueprints treating you?” Charlotte’s face lit up as she turned to see Elijah, her best friend, standing there with his trademark grin. Elijah, tall, with dark hair and striking green eyes, he had an easygoing charm that drew people in. With his signature easygoing grin, Elijah had always been her rock, the one person who could make her laugh even on her worst days. They’d been through everything together, and his presence always managed to bring out the best in her, no matter how stressful her day was. .

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

According to his ex-girl, his mate Angel says he's a "creative, fun spirit." Damien had also changed from the Carefree, fun Spirit to a very cold-hearted sarcastic bastard. There is Cora, age twenty, who is mated to Demien. Cora is an extremely warm individual gifted with the ability to love the people around her passionately. She has always had strong maternal instincts, and Cora is very kind and gentle. The people around her are genuinely drawn to her gentle personality. Those always made birthdays memorable by making her favorite breakfast or surprising her during either lunch or dinner with presents. It was her 18th birthday, the day she would find her soulmate, or so she was told, but t

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Her face is swollen from the hits she has endured but like her dress, she is covered in dust, dirt and is generally so unkept that I can’t tell where the dirt ends and her skin begins. “What is your name?” Celine tries to distract her from rushing to her brother. She’s obviously conflicted. She’s afraid of me. Enough that she won’t approach me but she also won’t take her eyes off me. “My name is Crystal. He’s Micah.” She pauses, uncertain with her interactions with us. “How old are you?” Celine keeps the conversation going. “I’m ten and Micah just turned six.” Crystal manages. “Do you know why you are here?”

An unruly forest sprite, indeed. Having just recently turned thirty, she still looked every bit of the role. Her hair was wildly out of control, with random braids flying out here and there and odd bits of who knew what tied to this strand or that. Her latest grand life adventure had been living in Australia and New Zealand, so her skin was brown as an island native’s, which made her brilliant emerald eyes shine somehow mystically from her angular and beautiful face. She hugged them back with a fierceness that made Hannah feel as if her heart could explode with the joy she was feeling. “Look out, Blueberry, the McCrae sisters are back!” Fiona sang, as they all bounced up and down.

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A servant appeared as Fleur alighted and, without a word, led her into the true inner courtyard of the house. She took a deep breath, marveling at the beauty of the place. Everything was gleaming white marble interspersed with blue and gold tiles. A fountain gushed crystal clear water into a shallow basin, surrounded by lapis lazuli. There were trees about a hundred feet tall, which must have been as old as the mansion.

Trent flushed with anger, unable to speak. Jaycee wailed loudly, "Eugene, do you know what you're doing? You're being irresponsible with your future!" Eugene lowered his head to avoid his mother's gaze, muttering, "But I really love Megan, and I don't want a long-distance relationship with her." Eugene's words only fueled Trent's rage further. He frantically tugged at Eugene's clothes, shouting, "You don't know shit about love! You're ruining your future for a woman! Eugene, you let us down."