Perfect Blue Novels & Stories

said Aldrich. "I alone am enough to beat you up." Aldrich just silently played with the bucket in his hand. Some of the contents of the bucket spilled onto the courtyard they were standing on. Hugo noticed something strange. The liquid was not black but deep red. 1… 2… 3… Byurr Aldrich poured the contents of the bucket at Hugo who was in front of him. Instantly a thick red liquid washed down Hugo's body. The smell of rancid blood immediately filled his nose.

The blue of the sky was an insult. It was a perfect, crystalline cerulean—the kind of blue that only existed in pre-cataclysm postcards or the most expensive tiers of the Aethelgard simulation. It was the color of peace, of a world reborn, of a "Hard-Reset" that should have signaled the end of our suffering. But as I stood on the grey, salt-crusted sand of the Pacific shoreline, that blue felt like a mocking screen, a new layer of paint over a rotting house.

“Gabi says that blue is in for brides this spring, but I’m not sure that –” Elise’s amber eyes lit up. “No! Really?” “Really – what?” Sarah said, startled. “Is blue a horrible idea?” “Good Lord, no.” Elise looked thrilled. “I think blue is gorgeous, but so few women think that they can pull it off, and they stick with white or cream.” “You think I can pull it off?” Sarah asked timidly. “With that coloring?” Elise gazed at her fiery curls falling around her porcelain skin, at her clear blue eyes. “No darn doubt.”

Something that is me and him. "This is enough," he says roughly, pulling back. His fingers flex at my waist. I feel the exact moment he makes himself let go. His pupils are blown wide, and his hand shakes as he runs it through his hair. "That should do it." "Right." I search for some semblance of calm, for a world where I'm unaffected. "Yes. Thank you. That was very… thorough." "Okay." He nods, clearly just as strapped for words as I am. "Seven tomorrow."

Charlie plops down next to me again. “Now you two can match.” he says proudly. “Uhm... Charlie. Bellamy and I aren't together, you know.” I inform him. Charlie just shrugs. “That doesn't mean that shade of blue won't be perfect on both of you.” He waves away my objections. Bellamy steps out of the changing room and I have to admit that Charlie was right. The blue looks great. The dark colour suits Bellamy but isn't too harsh the way the plain black outfit was. Charlie stands and claps his hands together happily.

I want to see the furniture. “Lucero, I can already see myself with most of this furniture. Can you imagine how I would decorate my little one's room?” I exclaim, letting out a deep sigh. “If it's a girl, I would love the decoration to be pink with butterfly and flower designs, and... If it's a boy, I would like the decoration to be of clouds, a blue sky, and a huge waterfall.”

Third person's POV Tami stood in front of the mirror, a vision of ethereal beauty in her exquisite wedding lehenga adorned with intricate gold and Kundan jewelry. The rich crimson hues of her attire contrasted beautifully with her glowing complexion, accentuating her delicate features. Her eyes, a reflection of the myriad emotions swirling within her, sparkled with a mixture of nervous anticipation and quiet determination.

"Happy birthday, Sapphira!" "Oh, thank you, El. You shouldn't have!" Sapphira blushed as her closest friend bounced over with a silver-wrapped parcel and the most obnoxious hot pink balloons. "Don't be silly. You're only 18 once, Sapph!" She winked, flicking her brown curls over her shoulder.

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.

Halfway through, she started getting frustrated because she couldn’t find the right shade of blue; before she could say or even growl, Tj came to us holding a blue color. “They called this Sunset blue; it’s not too dark, but it’s not too light.”, he says then explains. “This is the color, now I just need to find, glow in the dark-” “I already have that.”, I answered, cutting her off. “Sweet! We just need to find our other friends!”, she says happily.