Languid Blue Novels & Stories

The water shimmered with a myriad of colors, reflecting the starlit sky above, creating an enchanting ambiance that seemed to transport them to a realm of pure romance. Around the pool, plush loungers beckoned, draped with sumptuous fabrics in hues of gold and ivory, inviting us to recline and bask in the tranquil serenity of our surroundings. Candles flickered in every corner, casting a warm, romantic glow upon the scene, while the air was redolent with the scent of fragrant candles and the heady aroma of fine wines. The rangoli was made with fresh flowers and it said. I love you, honey. I looked at him and kissed him, saying that I loved him too.

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.

Only two people were left in the office. Caspian slipped his hands back into his coat pockets. His fingers clenched slightly inside the fabric, causing the knuckles to bulge and press against the side of his coat. His blue eyes stared at her, his pupils still dilated. The blue of his irises resembled a dam flooded by floodwaters against the gray sky.

“You look wonderful, dear.” “Thanks.” Together, we left the room, with Chris standing behind. Chrys — short form for Chrysolite — was fast asleep in her room. Blue had to put her to a spell-induced sleep so she wouldn't disturb us. As I descended the staircase, Blue's eyes locked onto mine. His gaze swept over me, taking in the intricate details of the gown. Chris stood next to me, grumbling about how unfair life was. She moaned her spinsterhood while accusing me of being selfish because I have two men willing to fight the entire world for my sake.