Perfect Blue Novels & Stories

he was willing to try, he was willing to go an extra mile for me, that alone was enough. Happiness is in the moment, the more focused, the more intense, like a beam of light to the soul. And just as with well focused light, it is then that we find better resolutions. " My favorite color is blue, not blue the color of the sky, or blue like ocean n water, its blue the color of your eyes, the shade of your eyes, and I want to see that blue sparkle everyday, I wan to see that blue twinkle and beam with happiness every moment, so yes, Yes, Steve, i want to be everything.."

Not to mention that Blue is also very powerful , just his humanoid form alone made Tinum feel novel since the fairies of their world not only have transparent figures, they also are weaker than Tinum. So, Tinum feels that Blue is his equal as a fellow child of nature. Thus, he feels very close to Blue. So, he wants to befriend Blue the most. Unfortunately, something very unpleasant has happened, and it hurts Blue the most.

But what pulled my heartstring was the colours. Soft blue and blush pink, bundled with a frail, white paper wrap. But it wasn’t just the scent that steals something delicate from deep inside me. It was the colours. A blush pink can be hard to find but a pale blue… that’s even rarer than finding water in a drought. I was compelled to inhale. Sweet, slightly powdery with a distinct spicy fragrance. The corner of my mouth tips with a soft smile as I touched the petals-fingers grazing softly over the tenderness.

A very beautiful young woman with silver-gray hair and blue eyes color, who seems to be around the age of twenty, came out of the arrival point of entry in country M with three adorable kids. A girl and two boys. On a closer look, the three children look soo identical. The only difference is their hair color. The girl looks so adorably cute with her ombre hair and blue eyes, just like her mother's. Her long ombre hair reaches down to her waist, and her looks were complimented with a cute baby blue embroidery Bardot dress that compliments her eyes.

“What do you call this one?” Blue smiled softly. “Home.” And with Elijah by his side, he knew that was exactly what he had found. --- THE END

“He was breathtakingly handsome and had the most beautiful set of blue eyes he had ever laid his eyes on. The kind that got you lost in them. So addictive and so compelling he literally got lost in them. So lost in them.” “Then the boy asked the other boy what his name was,” Alex blushed as he continued. “Unfortunately the other boy was so lost in the boy’s blue eyes he just uttered ‘blue’. Then the other boy thought that was his name and never stop calling him Blue ever since.” “What?” Seb let out alongside laughter, covering his face with his palm. “Blue.” “There you have it.” Alex smiled at him. “That’s how the name Blue came to life.” “That’s so crazy and romantic I had no idea all this

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

Maybe she'd eaten some bad potato chips. Shame about the mental lapse, though, because Mr. Blue could probably be found under the definition of gorgeous. After all, what wasn't there to like on his six-foot-something frame with abs she could bounce quarters off? With short ebony hair that curled slightly at the tips, a tapered waist, muscled legs, bulging arms, and that club between his legs-which, shockingly enough, appeared bald-he also defined the word 'yummy'. While she contemplated his perfection, he assumed her acquiescence.

They were the canvas for my next masterpiece. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small vial of concentrated methylene blue, a medical grade dye. In small doses, it’s harmless. In "Jean-Pierre" doses, it has a very specific side effect: it turns the consumer’s skin a delicate, sickly shade of Smurf, the blue ones. "One drop for the Prince," I whispered, my accent slipping into something vaguely resembling a Bond villain. "Two drops for the Marriage Merger. And three drops because he tried to play father to my children.”