Jean Luc Bluey Novels & Stories

"It must be ze American air! It is too harsh for ze delicate, blue-blooded French skin! It is ze royal skin sensitivity!" Alaric was now trying to scrub his forehead with a silk napkin, which only served to make the blue shimmer more intensely. "It won't come off! It's under the skin! I’m blue from the inside out!" "Perhaps," I suggested, struggling to keep my voice steady, "a bath in lemon juice? Or... a week in a dark room? In Lyon, we say: 'He who is blue in ze morning, is... indigo by night!'"

I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

“And Alpha Devant ordered for his death when the mad king found out about Ahbaya’s secret group.” She was beginning to sound testy, whiney even. But who wouldn’t when you’ve found out that your mate, your future partner in life had been fucking another woman in the sideliness. I understand her, painfully so. But I’ve seen Blue. I know who he is and I’ve encountered him a couple of times when I was still one of Ahbaya’s boys. Blue was tall with a lean muscular frame. His eyes were as blue as the ocean and his silver long hair reached down to his back.

The discharge process turned out to be a complete theatrical performance, courtesy of Lucien Thorne. Jean and three heavily armed bodyguards stood in the VIP room, ready to assist their boss into the wheelchair. Jean stepped forward, extending a hand to help Lucien slide out of the bed. "Don't touch me," Lucien growled, his voice dropping into a dangerous, icy register that made the massive guard instantly freeze. "Boss?" Jean blinked, completely bewildered. "Your chest stitches... the doctor said you shouldn't put weight on your upper torso yet." "I know what the doctor said," Lucien muttered, his dark blue eyes sliding past Jean's massive shoulder to lock directly onto me. "Aurelia. Come h

He moved to the front seat and took a sip from Erica’s bottle. “Who is she?” He asked. Erica looked at him. “Some girl.” “You just made me strangle someone and you are saying 'some girl'?” “I don’t think I need to explain anything to you, Jean. Do I?” Erica asked. Jean ignored her. “If any consolation, her name is Ludo.” Jean looked at Ludo laying unconsciously in the backseat and wondered what she could have done to find herself in opposition with Erica. “Take me back to work Jezebel,” he scolded her.

He silently whispered to them. "How ugly." He triumphantly walked up to the launchpad, bumping into whatever and whoever, not necessarily caring. His eyebrow raised upon skimming through the board, smirking as he took notice of the Battle Royale. There were an array of teams joining, all in teams of six; apart from one. A lone player, with stats higher than anyone could imagine, though Uriel reckoned he could beat those 'weak numbers' in a few days. They go by the name of 'Blue', which already had Uriel convinced that that person was a twelve year old.

With my tiny hands gripping the wildflowers I had been collecting, I had stopped dead in my tracks. That day, three elderly people came up to me, their eyes wide with awe as they observed my appearance—the blue hair and the matching eyes that set me apart. They had called it special. Selected. They had bowed before me and declared, "You are the one, Ivy," "The reincarnation of the Luan, destined to save us all."

Nichole I was only several centuries old when the first Blue Moon wolf was about to be born. A Blue Moon wolf is a rare and powerful being coveted by all. She will give her mate power beyond their wildest dreams. I am the first witch ever to walk this earth and the best friend of Selene, the Moon Goddess, the creator of the werewolves, children of the moon. Selene came to me before the first was born asking me to help her change their fate.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

I say. " That's pretty cute. What does his wolf look like?" she asks, grinning. " His wolf is a few different shades of grey and his eyes are solid blue," I say. " Really? I thought with him being Alpha's son, his wolf would be black like most are?" she says. " I thought so too. His wolf is beautiful. He's also the only person I've ever known to have as blue eyes as a wolf. I haven't even heard of anyone wolf with blue eyes," I say.