Novelas y relatos de Martini Blue

“It’s the mousse from your favorite store. I stood in line for two hours just to get it for you. “Can you at least take a bite?” I stared at the beautifully wrapped box. Across the transparent lid, the box was labeled “Rich Peanut Butter Mousse”. Before I could say anything, a clear umbrella was propped over my head. At some point, Daniel had made his way over. Dressed in a black overcoat, he glanced icily at the cake in Ben’s hands. “Mr. Matthews, you claimed to know her well and that you wanted to make it up to her.

Rica POV 💖 We started moving towards a familiar building and soon we reach a wooden door and the Omegas whose names I haven't known helped me in. It's was mid-afternoon and Mica was probably not back yet, the door was opened and I was greeted with the familiar scent of my room, vanilla mixed with rose, strawberries and blueberries, that is the mixture of mine and Mica's scent ,joy jumps happily at the thought of us in our room again it looked beautiful compared to the prison I just left, the color blue is radiantly shining from every corner of the room.

Eva sitting beside her, had introduced many concoctions for the drink she liked. “How about this one, Riley? It feels lighter than before and you can smell the fruity fragrance, right?” Eva looked very enthusiastic when she spoke. Introducing many kinds of drinks to Riley was her favorite. Riley nodded, finished drinking from her glass and looked at the empty glass in her hand. "What is the name?" “Cherry Blue,” Eva replied happily, “the name is unique and it has a red color.” Eva laughed at what Riley said, she shrugged her shoulders, not knowing how to explain. Who knows, the original recipe is the bartender who made this drink.

Kendi asked slyly. My heart skipped, but I forced a calm reply. “I… I don’t know. He hasn’t said anything to me.” A lie. My eyes darted back to the bartender. I caught him watching me, brows knitted, before he quickly covered it with a smile and slid the glass toward me. “Presenting: a French Martini, made just for the beautiful lady. Did you know it has a meaning?” Kendi and I exchanged a curious look. “You should taste it first,” he said, his voice low, teasing.

He disappeared moments later. She noticed that these glass slabs looked a bit different. They were dark blue as compared to the transparent white ones she had always traveled in. unable to resist the curiosity, she asked, Why were the glass slabs blue?” “ That is because Mr. Ben is an immortal. The secure glass passageways that are reserved especially for immortals are color-coded dark blue, madam.” She had still not lifted her head. “ Is there a problem, Naira?” “ No, madam.”

she added, and I shifted my gaze to the huge glass box which contained the necklace, one of the classiest and expensive necklaces in the world. It was a highly anticipated jewelry and I know that a number of people are vying for it today. Everything about the jewelry speaks quality. It was a deep blue diamond, stubbed in a pendant, Toison d'or with a dark grayish blue color under ordinary light because of trace amounts of boron within its crystal structure. It's definitely f**g expensive, but I'll try to get it to make Vivian happy. "Heard there's a notable guest tonight.." Martin, my friend, spoke after swilling some wine.

I moved the paper aside and gasped. It was a gown made of the most beautiful silk I had ever seen. The color was hard to describe. It wasn't navy, and it wasn't royal blue. It was a deep, icy, shimmering shade of blue that looked like the ocean at midnight. It was cold and beautiful all at once. "It’s... it’s amazing," I whispered, reaching out to touch the fabric. It was cool against my skin. "That color has a name," Cade said, standing behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "In the fashion world, they call it 'Miller Blue.' My mother had it created years ago. It’s the color of my family. It’s the color of my company."

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

The Old Fashioned was a smoky, sweet concoction with a hint of orange, while Tanya's Cosmopolitan was a vibrant pink, the perfect blend of tart and sweet. As the night wore on, we ordered a few more drinks to keep the celebration going. Tanya tried a French 75, a classic cocktail made with gin, champagne, lemon juice, and sugar. It arrived in a tall flute, the pale yellow liquid sparkling under the lights. I opted for a Negroni, its deep red hue and bold, bitter flavor a perfect contrast to the sweetness of the champagne.

“But I’m not giving up. Not now. Not ever.” Blue closed his eyes, because if he looked at him a second longer, he’d drown in that promise. But before he could respond, a sharp voice cut through the night like a blade. “Well, isn’t this a pretty picture.” Blue’s head snapped up, heart plummeting. Standing a few feet away was Adrian—arms crossed, eyes glinting with cold fury. And beside him, a shadow detached itself from the darkness, tall and menacing. Julian. Blue’s blood turned to ice.