Languid Blue Novels & Stories

In fact, Layke was adamant he’d never met a more mesmerising woman in his life. Her electric blue hair fell in waves down her back and her deep blue eyes looked deep into his soul, capturing his undivided attention. When she fluttered her long, thick lashes he felt himself melt into a puddle right there and when she pouted her full lips and swayed her voluptuous hips, Layke couldn’t control all of the forbidden thoughts from entering his mind.

The room two floors up from Lyra's has been made ready over the past month, painted in a particular shade that Lyra selected from a sample card with the same decisive certainty she applies to everything, a blue so pale it is almost grey, the color of early morning before the day commits to itself. Lyra said it was the color of rivers in winter. No one argued. In the evenings I have been sitting with Lyra on her floor, both of us with our backs against the bookshelf, and she puts her hand on my stomach and listens to whatever she can hear through the field, and I watch her face go through its investigation sequence, the focused attention, the micro-adjustments as information arrives, and then

“Thalia… you asked for wine to cool your head and I gave you just that. Why are you trying so hard to push it?” “I’m not.” “And do you intend to cool off when you keep talking?” “Now… listen to this. I get to tell you everything you need to know about me, too. This is an opportunity for you to get answers to all your questions about…” “Blue… Deep ocean blue,” he cut her off. Thalia blinked. “H-huh? What’s that?” “The color.”

I asked her again. "Yes, we should start dressing now, Belved Luna; you know he doesn’t like to be kept waiting," she replied with a grin. He will never be a perfect gentleman. The choice was hard to make. The choices he made were black, blue, red, wine, and silver gowns. Picking one was the hardest. I ended up settling for the blue one. It has an array of sparkly diamonds laced on the cleavage and a sexy slit.

I smiled as I walked into the closet and Velia and Diana helped me put it on. The base of the gown was a rich, deep shade of royal blue, akin to the vast, starry night sky. It shimmered with a subtle luminescence as if tiny stars were embedded within the fabric itself. The gown was designed to flow gracefully around my figure, accentuating my natural elegance and poise.

Spritzing perfume and taking deep breaths. I walked out to meet Lucas, elegantly dressed in a blue suit that clung to his entire frame. His hair was ruffled, and it looked so soft. All I wanted was to comb my hands through them. His light blue shirt made his eyes come alive in the most alluring way, spinning a thousand hues of blue as he smiled at me, his eyes taking my entire look and slowly inhaling. Then he exhaled loudly as his deep blue eyes shifted colors in a second.

I adored him in every kind of suit, but, for some reason, his sexiness reached a whole new level when he wore any shade of blue. "Blue." Voicing that one word again filled my whole body with strange agitation. "Oh, that's perfect!" Veronica exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "We have a perfect design for decorations with light-blue and—" "No. " I shook my head with confidence. "It cannot be light-blue. The shade must be darker, like cobalt blue, navy blue, or... indigo blue. "

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”

The screams gave way to a low, continuous growl that vibrated through the very floor. Where Nate had been, a wolf now stood. It was the most beautiful and terrifying thing Kieran had ever seen. Its fur was a silky, shimmering midnight blue, a color Kieran had never seen in any wolf, ever. White wolves were rare, legends whispered about them. But blue? It was unprecedented, a color stolen from the deep night sky just before true darkness fell. Yet, this breathtaking beauty was marred, as if the transformation had been stopped midway. Jagged, pitch-black streaks, covered the entire left side of its powerful body, a stark, violent contrast to the luminous blue.