Male Blueberry Inflation Stories Novels & Stories

Gianna told him, already opening cabinets and looking for bigger mixing bowls than what she could currently see, “Just tell one of them to stop by the nearest store and get us flour and strawberries.” A foolish looking smile engulfed Dante’s face. “Blueberries.” Gianna nodded and amended, “Flour and blueberries.” “Okay,” Dante said simply. Then he warned, “But we’re going to need a lot. I don’t think you have any idea how much Mariposa can eat.” Gianna didn’t look impressed. “Giovanni was once asked to leave an all-you-can-eat buffet, because he was eating through their profits. I think I fully understand how much your gang can eat.”

"I look like I’ve been dipped in fountain pen ink!" "No, no!" I insisted, gesturing wildly to the stunned reporter. "Zis is... ze Royal Blue! In ancient texts, ze kings of old would turn zis color to show ze purity of zeir blood! It is a miracle!" "It’s a lawsuit!" Alaric screamed, his hands fly-swatting at his own face. "Evelyn! Do something! Get this... this blue off me!" Beatrice, recovering her professional instincts, signaled the cameraman. "Get the shot! 'The Prince of Blue Blood', this is going viral in five minutes!"

The news of the 200 billion dollar project hit the business world like a lightning strike. Within minutes of Melvis Blake hitting the send button, every major news outlet in the country stopped their regular programs to report the massive announcement. The name Blue Core Mine was suddenly on every television screen and every social media feed. It was a staggering amount of money that promised to change the jewelry industry forever. Yet, in the middle of this digital storm, some people were still living in the past.

So when someone says that can highlight the light skin, nine out of ten people are tempted. “Look at how pure the blue color is. It's dyed just like the sky. Now there's only a little left. If you want to buy it, I'll give it to you cheaper. One foot Twenty copper coins. Half a month ago, this cloth would cost at least twenty-five copper coins per foot. Selling twenty would already be a loss...”

Another who wanted to sue Blackberry because their phones didn't contain any actual berries. Jasmine, Garius and Heidi told funny stories involving Mister Moore, crazy meetings with crazy people, and then told of dozens of letters they'd dealt with from people claiming bizarre things, like a proclamation they received that Benjamin Moore was the new messiah, along with a completely updated bible about him from an obsessed housewife in Texas. Jasmine insisted it was on the Island somewhere.

I actually scrolled through my phone with no one to call because I couldn't find anyone who could understand . Later on while I was working , I got a call from Blue asking me ; where I was ? When I told him; at the mall because he emailed me and told me he didn't want to be bothered. He denied that he sent me mail and I told him to check the desk top and the time he sent the message . He said; he was hacked and it was impossible because the security system they used at Massa was the best in the world . To infiltrate it you must be a genius. The storm got worse while I was sitting down and as soon as the thunderstorm picked up momentum the lights in the shop went off .

I looked at my bestie, who now had her phone out and was typing furiously. Sonja began to protest. “Miss, your nails need more time to dry—” “The truth can’t wait! I’m dying to know!” Lisa exclaimed. Sonja grew quiet and egged Lisa on with a nod. She was invested now too. “Ok, hold up.” Lisa stopped scrolling. “I found an article about Mr. McLean buying up property to expand his business.” Lisa was quiet as she read. “Well?” I asked. “OMG! This is some serious tea!” She kept scrolling.

I ignored him and looked straight into the camera, pitching, "Everyone needs snacks when gossiping, right? Check out our beef jerky! You get more for the same price with brand-new flavors, and it's discounted now with blind box freebies! The more you buy, the more you get! "As soon as sales pass 1,000, I'll give you the answer. If we pass 3,000, I'll tell you another story about the woman's future sister-in-law. She wore the woman's clothes and shoes and went to college on the woman's dime, yet she bossed the woman around and called her uneducated.

It felt like a glitch in reality. "Blueberry was a complete unknown in the US," Marius continued, sensing he finally had her attention. "She returned to the country and was immediately given a massive push by Grayson Media. In less than a year, she’s become a household name. Don’t you find that suspicious?" Chloe didn't respond, her mind racing. "Xavier only acquired Grayson Media a year ago," Marius pressed on. "Right as Blueberry returned and joined the roster. I suspect the only reason Xavier even touched the entertainment industry was to pave a golden road for her."

AJ teased. “No,” George said, glaring at AJ. “You still need to reimburse me for my shirt. Not to mention the two bottles of shampoo I had to use to get rid of the stink.” AJ raised his eyebrow. “Two? Last week it was one bottle.” George shrugged. “Inflation costs are brutal. Dumpster diving isn’t cheap.” AJ chuckled. If not for his staff, he would have lost the will to run this business a long time ago. “Buy three as a token of my appreciation.”