Languid Blue Novels & Stories

Blue nodded at me, and I looked down again. It looked quite pretty, and was better than most of the ones I had seen in pictures and videos. I lowered my head down, and I did as Liam had told me. Kiss, tongue, roll in uneven patterns, slowly and in big shapes. Romanticize it. Kiss it. I did all that, in the exact way Liam had ordered, and soon I could hear Blue's moans. She held my hair and was moaning really loud. “Maverick.” She moaned my name, and I stopped for a while. I had never imagined how it'd sound, but this sounds pretty great.

He asked curiosly. She rolled her large hazel eyes. "Pink is too overrated" she said. "Pink can be described with only three words I think: hot, flashy, exciting" she ticked them off her fingers. "Blue can be so many things at once: calm, serene, pale, cold, beautiful, rejuvenating" "Exactly" he agreed. Only then did he notice that she was wearing a blue gown. Hunter gulped. He wondered if the red hoodie and black ripped jeans he wore was appropriate for a date.

the abbot coaxes I blink slowly, and upon closer inspection, I notice the rock is a slivery blue not white as I initially thought When my attention returns to the abbot, I realize he’s still talking, “-And a child is born, when the moon is full and blue, the goddess will descend and bless.” When the power of the moon is at its peak. The blue moon, he mentioned that before, when he was going on about their study on how silver ones came to be, at that time, I imagined he was speaking figuratively when he said, the birth of a silver one is as rare as the sight of a blue moon in the sky, but what if it is not? I want to laugh but I bite my tongue, because I get the feeling if I were to start, I

"Is that... is that the constitution-builder? I feel as though my soul was purged along with my dinner." "Oui, Monsieur le Prince," I said, my accent thick enough to clog a drain. I swept across the room, the silver tray vibrating with the suppressed energy of my internal hysterics. "Zis is ze Bleu de l'Aube, ze Blue of ze Dawn." It is a rare, ancient French remedy for ze... how you say... ze aggressive toilet visits." I set the tray down with a flourish. In the dim light, the porridge looked like it was powered by a lithium battery.

Ameliah said and bowed a little before walking out of his room still calculating if she was seeing things last night… She disposed of the cleaning utensils and walked to her room, then she took out the book she bought from the old woman. “La Luna Azul” She read out loud and then opened the book to the first page… “La Luna Azul (the blue moon) is a powerful weapon of destruction capable of dissipating vampires and werewolf.” She read out loud… She laid down on bed in a comfortable position and then continued to read… “Vampires; not only are they strong, but they are super fast in moving and their main source of nutrition is blood. They have a very sharp eye sight and possesses many other abil

Lucian blurted out as he stared at his bathroom; he almost mistook it for a queen's chamber. The bathroom was a serene sanctuary, adorned in soothing tones of blue and white. The walls, painted in a calming shade of sky blue, reflected the soft morning light that seeped in through a frosted window, casting a gentle glow across the room. The floor, tiled in pristine white, felt cool beneath Lucian’s feet as he stepped inside.

“You’ve been in the studio since six.” I picked up the fork, moving the food around the plate. “The light was good today. I think I almost found the right shade of blue. Not the ocean blue. The blue of the sky just before it goes black.” Zander sat across from me, his eyes fixed on his own plate. His hair was longer now, touched with more silver than it should have been at his age. “That’s a hard color to catch. It’s a transition. It doesn’t want to stay still.”

Her fingers opened slowly, almost unconsciously holding her breath. The moment the lid lifted—the candlelight caught on the crystal inside, scattering a soft, mesmerizing glow. An oval-cut pendant, clean and precise, glowed in a deep shade of blue. Not a bright, striking blue—but something calmer, like the surface of the sea as night begins to fall. Within it, the crystal caught the light in soft reflections, as if there were layers of quiet radiance living inside. It wasn’t flashy, not overly dazzling—and that was exactly what made it look so expensive.

She falls back as soon as she rises, but not before her eyes meet my gaze. I lean in and stare at her from so close that I can see the specks of black in her eyes. I have met Lana Redley before. Her eyes…were a cool blue color—a shade that resembled the color of a clear sky. Now…her eyes are like crystals, a color so blue, so dark that it almost appears black. It’s like I am staring into the depths of a frozen ocean, a cruel, hardened form of water. The sparks rush up my arms, slowly inching closer to my chest, to my cold heart.

I gasp. My eyelids fly open. “What is it?” Mitch asks with great interest. Standing, as well. Blue had not been a hue I’d contemplated, for fear it would meld right into the ocean scenery. No, I want something that grabs and commands attention. I immediately visualize a shade so rich and brilliant, a blue-turquoise so sensational, it truly would be a beacon. Turquoise and white. With a darker blue or possibly black as a faint enhancement around the fringes to make it all pop.