Dust X Blueberry Novels & Stories

Eden asked, looking at the tall glass of translucent blue liquid soaked in ice and a lemon at the side. Light blue foams are at the top of the cup with a few blueberries around and on the straw. “It’s so … sparkly,” Eden said, looking at the drink. “That is yours.” Ages said, taking a sip of his drink. “I think you ordered something kiss.” “I can feel the romance immediately,” Fern said, looking dully at Noel who seemed very intrigued by the drink in front of Eden. “Shut it! And it’s Blueberry Kiss.” Eden said, suddenly excited as he took a sip, reeling back in disappointment.

Violet’s POV "See you later?" Dax asked, his voice all velvet and trouble, like he expected me to swoon. I just rolled my eyes and headed into my wing, didn’t even bother with a goodbye. Only when I glanced back did I realize Blue wasn’t following. That tiny traitor was still staring at Dax like she wanted to stay for brunch. I groaned. Sighing, I turned on my heel, walked right back into the open, and found Blue prancing closer to Dax, her tail curling like she was flirting.

The blue matches his eyes. “Let us show them.” We cook. Team. I mix the batter. Eggs. Milk. Flour. Vanilla. Fluffy. Perfect. He heats the pan. Butter. Sizzle. Golden. I flip. High. Catch. Lila claps. “Again!” she says. Zephyr makes compote. Berries in pot. Blueberries. Strawberries. Sugar. Lemon zest. Boil. Thick. Red. Shiny. Smells sweet. “Taste,” he says.

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.

It only gave effects that were immediate or too important to ignore. David pulled out a blue fruit. It could be likened to a large blueberry except that its skin was a bit rough, similar to an orange. David throws it to Elizabeth who easily catches it. ~I call that a ____.~ “A what?” ~Blue & Orange. Combine the two words.~ “A… a bluerange?” David nods. “Pfft…” Elizabeth covers her mouth to prevent her from laughing. “Really? That’s your best name??” David raises his eyebrow.

And besides you didn't do anything Derek : I would have, if Belinda didn't intervene Blue : ohhh, well thank goodness she did Derek : so are we good now? Blue : yes Derek : do me a favor Blue : okay Derek : close your eyes Blue : huh? Derek : just do it She obediently did so Derek : open.......... TADAAA! Blue : jeez! Sir Derek Derek : do you like it Blue : I love it Derek : I knew the blue maid with the blue eyes will like the blue flowers Blue smiled Blue : are they from your garden? Derek : yes. I always have bluebells in my garden

“So you can try what we made.” I noticed how much more talkative he became around Boston. What is this feeling? So what if she’s close to them? “I’d love that,” Boston smiled. “How about you, Mommy? Do you have allergies too?” Stephie asked. “Blueberries,” I answered. “Aww, that’s the same as Savvy!” Stephie said in amazement. “Yeah,” I replied, already knowing that from what Glo had told me. Another coincidence. After dinner, I noticed Stephie growing quiet.

They sat opposite each other an awkward silence lingering. "Hummm hummm!" Dario cleared his throat. "You know Blueberry's are my favourites, they mean a lot to me." He tried to start up a conversation. "Likewise Dennis, he loves blueberry too. I actually made this because of him." Diane replied smartly. Dario frowned at the comment he stared at the black coffee and sausage that accompanied the blueberry pancakes, his next words were slow and calculated like he was scared of appearing weak. "Diane what are you doing?"

She leaned closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “Check this out.” She pulled out a laminated menu, pointing to a few drinks with a grin. “Blue Lust—bright blue, gives off this cool vapor, got a lemon twist for zing. Then there’s Devil’s Kiss—black as night, vodka-heavy, extra ice for that kick. And the Rainbow Special—layers of colors, tastes like a damn fruit explosion.” My eyes drifted to the vibrant drinks on the menu, tempted. I reached for the Blue Lust, imagining the sharp tang on my tongue, but Stella swatted my hand away, quick as a whip.

She looked up speculating the guest is staying above her room. Once the noise is off her eyes fell on the mirror opposite her, Rathi has a perfect body, smooth skin, and curves. Her black hair stood till her hip and on the left side of her hip, there's a big birthmark in a brownish tint. It doesn't have a proper shape more like three irregular half-circles arranged one after one. Rathi usually won't wear clothes that reveal it. She avoids wearing a saree because she is kind of ashamed to show it. Shankari has seen this while changing her clothes when Rathi fell sick.