Perfect Blue Novels Novels & Stories

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

I collapsed onto my bed and started scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself from the strange feeling in my chest. Suddenly, a post from one of Preston's buddies caught my eye. The caption read, "Congrats to Preston for getting into Murlowton U! First-choice admission secured!" The photo was the usual—Preston sitting in the middle of the group, looking every bit the star of the show. The only thing that changed was the person beside him. It used to be me, but now, it was Nicole. She was sitting there with her head lowered shyly. I didn't feel anything. It was like a shattered mirror—once it was broken, you could only throw it away. There was no way to piece it back together.

"Sofia, you are marrying the most powerful being alive in a castle-mansion in front of an entire pack that is divided about whether you should exist. Everything about this is dramatic." I looked at her. "The blue," she said firmly. Lilly, from the window seat, held up her notebook: The blue. Kara is right. "You're supposed to be objective," I told her. She wrote: I am being objective. The blue is objectively the best. I looked at the fabric. Deep midnight blue, the colour of the sky at the moment just before full dark, with a quality to it that caught the light differently depending on how you moved. It was, objectively, the best.

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Ruby P.O.V. Blue Light Hall breathes like a chest that forgot how and is relearning. After the circle, after Calder’s last look and the door slamming winter behind him, the room does the holy work of returning to itself, benches dragged back into lines, mugs righted and children counted for the third time even though none have sprouted wings or vanished into beams.

She looked around and saw that it was decorated even more beautifully than the last time. Their bedroom, the heart of their new life, was adorned with an ethereal beauty that mirrored their profound connection. The bed was draped with soft, silky sheets in hues of ivory and gold, symbolizing purity and prosperity. Scattered rose petals added a touch of romance, their fragrance mingling with the warm, inviting scent of jasmine incense.

Dylan's deep-set blue eyes and facial features that resemble that of a Greek god made him the dream man of every woman. “Are you alright? You shouldn’t have taken off the IV just yet.” “It’s okay Tim. I’m okay as you can see.” Dylan assured him with a smile but Tim could not afford to return the gesture. “This is not funny at all. You really had me worried.” Tim complained, a frown forming on his forehead. “I know and I’m sorry.” Dylan rose to his feet. “I keep telling you to always keep an EpiPen on hand and to be mindful of the meals you eat outside.” Tim chastised, his voice firm. “You, of all people, know that nuts are a no-go. I cannot believe……”

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”

It was nice before I was taking a deep breath and all I can smell was Tim’s cologne. It was a cheap one but it was complimenting his signature scent and natural allure just fine. I think I might want to feel his blood on my mouth one of these days. God, I should have refrained from thinking that. Because if I wanted this marriage to work, I have to make sure that Timothy will never found out about my secret of being a Blue Blood. Ever.

He smiled and rang the doorbell. "Henry, my baby!." She smiled and hugged him. She was tall like a model, she was blonde, unlike Henry who had black hair but they both had blue eyes. She stared at me and my heart started pounding in my chest. "Oh and who's your friend?" "Won't you allow us in?" "Of course dear." We walked into the apartment and my jaw dropped. Most of the designs used inside had a touch of gold in it. The tables, the chairs, the curtains, even the floor had gold tiles.