Languid Blue Novels & Stories

Even though Blue had been a welcome diversion, he was still upset with CASA. He turned to her, "Can I buy you another drink, Blue?" She still had a little bit of a dazed appearance after his kiss, but she brushed it off and smiled at him. It was like receiving a kick to the stomach. Blue was beautiful. A few freckles scattered over her nose, alabaster complexion to complement her golden red hair, a cupid's bow lips painted scarlet, big chocolate brown eyes shot through with gold, long lashes, and elegant eyebrows. If the freckles extended lower, he questioned.

"Sit down sir, while I go get you our latest editions… "Royal blue". Leonardo said as he settled down regally on the luxury couch the attendant offered him. Then he crossed his legs majestically. "Huh?!". The attendant muttered in confusion. "I want your latest outfit suitable for an event and the color should be royal blue". Leonardo said. "Oh! There's no problem sir we have it all–wait…royal blue?". The attendant asked in realization and Leonardo gave her a stern look. "I'm so sorry sir. But the color royal blue has been in high demand lately and we've run out of it". The attendant said and Leonardo frowned at her.

"But you can cover it up, Jules! About me, I know nothing. Mr. Taylor was right. I did nothing for the whole year except fly in the air." Blue laughs. "Do not worry so much. Listen to Lana Del Rey songs and be happy!" She chirps, grinning at us and wiggling her eyebrows. "Who can stay happy after listening to Lana?" Jeremy rolls his eyes and I chuckle. "She keeps crying like an opera queen!" He adds, shaking his head. "How dare you say that, huh?" Blue seethes. "What did she sing there?" He waggles his brows, grinning as he watches an annoyed Blue glaring down at him. He continued, "My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola, lol!"

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.

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

Lindsay looked at her watch. “Crap, we need to get out of here, or we will have to come up with something to tell Joe and Abigail,” Lindsay said. “I will take care of that if we need to,” Wren said. “Let’s get back and see how Max and Izzy are doing with Blue.” “Blue?” “Yes, Blue. We found out that not only does he have patches of blue skin, but his blood is the same shade of blue. We started calling him the blue guy and things like that, and it just got shortened to Blue,” he explained.

" I set the tray down with a flourish. In the dim light, the porridge looked like it was powered by a lithium battery. It was glowing. It was vibrant. It was, for lack of a better word, aggressively cyan. "It’s very... blue," Alaric noted, squinting through the gloom. "It is ze extract of ze Blue Algae from ze depths of ze Mediterranean," I lied, my heart dancing a jig. "Rich in antioxidants and ze pigmentation of health. One bowl, and your internal organs will sing like ze bluebirds of Lyon." "I don't know if I can eat," he moaned. "My stomach is a war zone."

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.