Halsey Blue Novels & Stories

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.

Chelsea admitted it openly. "You're quite sharp. And you're right—I bought the Snowpeak Bloom. So now, the flower you're looking for is in my hands. What do you say? Interested in meeting up to talk?" Halsey let out a cold laugh. "Stay right there. I'm coming now." She hung up the phone and glanced toward the bathroom. Shaun was still in the shower. Halsey grabbed a pen and scribbled a quick note. [I'm going out to get something to eat. I'll be back soon.]

With a wave of her talon-like hand she said, “…onto the next one!” Dress thirty-four happened to be a floor length gown, which gave me ample time to send a quick text to Olive. Me: Halsey Boutique in Compton. Already hating dress shopping. Why can’t the peppy music montages in movies be real? Olive: You would want a peppy music montage. Halsey? The one with the ugly stiletto on the sign? I think my mother’s banned from that place, but either way I’ll be there in half an hour. Watch out for Sophia and Agnes, they’re absolute witches.

She— She’s the blue of a lightning strike Of ink-stained dreams in the dead of night She’s the bruise I’d wear again The one who tore me open, then Blue like the ink that I wrote her in Blue like the bruise where I let her in Blue like her van parked under the stars Blue like the silence that tears us apart I never meant to say goodbye But she’s the best blue in my whole damn sky Yeah, baby, she’s my favorite kind of blue I’d paint her into every line Give up the name that’s meant to be mine Damn the plans, forget the cost I’d rather lose it all than feel her lost Blue like the ocean between my lies Blue like the truth behind her eyes Blue like her laughter tangled in sheets Blue like the lo

She lined her lips with a strawberry lipstick then held her head in a bun, leaving tendrils to fall on her face. She completed her look with cluster earrings that had whitish stones at the outer and a crystal blue gem in the middle. It matched her beautiful blue eyes. She slipped her feet into a pair of black shiny stilettos, picked her designer bag to leave only to get back. Her stomach was still a problem but since she liked the dress and can't think of digging for another, she pushed her stomach inside instead. It was barely noticeable but still. She turned her back to the mirror and admired the pyramid of her bareback.

Okay, then. We get out of the car and make our way up the driveway, walking past a blue hatchback. The house is a simple townhouse, well kept, and the yard is relatively clean, save for a few beer cans on the lawn. When we make it to the door, I knock. She stands behind me with her hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets. One thing I have noticed about Jocelynn Sanchez is she does not wear coats. She wears big, puffy jackets that cut off at her waist. She also rarely wears sneakers. Instead, she wears heeled boots that could not be comfortable.

I couldn't hide my excitement as I was about to press the bell, when I heard the screeching sound of tires. I turn around but cover my face as the driver flashes his light brightly into my eyes. He parks the motorcycle and steps down from it. He was dressed in black faded jeans, a black sleeveless top and black leather jacket. He was just dressed in all black. As he removes his helmet, a long wavy hair falls off on both sides of his face. His dressing rocked but most of all, his motorcycle did. He walks up to me, his blue eyes glinting and flashes a million-dollar smile while stretching his hands. I was so lost in adoring his features that I almost missed his words. "Hi. I'm Halsey."

She says, and I grin, taking all of them in. Blu has sky blue hair, with an eyes that match, I think secretly, she likes her hair, and the colour blue, she'll never admit it though. She has a rascal kind of dress sense, more of street style, a dressing that says I don't care, but looks so beautiful and the amount of time she put into deciding shows she cares.

“Mr. Levi, hello. Halsey greeted Carwyn with a smile, Liam walked over, and when he saw Carwyn and Grainne, he was a bit dumbfounded. Halsey noticed the unusual look and said, "Brother Levi, this is my husband, Liam." Halsey pretends not to know that Carwyn and Liam know each other, wanting to resolve this awkwardness. A smile flickered across Carwyn's face, and he said softly, "Brother William, Miss Wen, hello." "Grainne, did Harry just get placed in the same class as Olivia?" Halsey asked cheerfully. "YES!" Grainne nodded affirmatively. Grainne and Halsey are both overjoyed for Harry and Olivia, and Carwyn and Liam standing next to them both have their own thoughts.

“Do you understand everyone’s been looking for you?” “I just woke up—” “Sebastian knows you never boarded the plane,” Nico interrupted. “He’s looking for you right now. Stay where you are.” The line disconnected before I could answer. I lowered the phone slowly and noticed the unread message still sitting beneath the notifications. BlueLine. My chest tightened instantly. I opened it. [It’s me. Blue line. Where are you? Answer me.] I stared at the screen for a long time without moving. My fingers hovered over the keyboard while I typed and deleted the same words over and over again.