Red And Blue Block Tales Fanart Novels & Stories

Hey everyone, it's been a while since you last heard from me. I have been doing great between Starmainia, Bluestoria, and the rest of the Crites on this planet. I am still the wild Jessblue you all know and love. I have yet to find love or another mate again. LD will always be the heart and love of my life. No one could ever fill that void. I have accepted this reality, and I am okay knowing I could never love another Bampire. However, this does not stop me from having all the wild and incredible sex a Bampire can have. Whether I mind fuck you or fuck you, I'm having a wild ride. What can I say? Who does not want a little bit of me in their life? Anyway, since Cristina has been gone, guess w

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”

Miranda squatted down to hug the little fellow, "Darling, did you finish your drawing? Brian nodded affirmatively. "What did you draw? Can I look at it?" Brian immediately passed the drawing to her to have a look at. The moment she saw it, her eyes teared up. As usual, she was the subject of the drawing. The colors used in the painting were vibrant and dream-like. She was lying on a small bed, holding a storybook in hand. However, Brian had drawn it from his perspective, when he was lying by her side and watching her from below.

I quickly ran and took my father along with me and stood outside the bedroom and peeped through the side of the door. “Come and sit here with me. Let's have some fresh lemonade together.” Said Caroline sweetly. “Lemonade! That’s my favorite” Zac exclamied. My father was confused but I asked him to stay quiet and notice everything “I'll go and get it for you.” Caroline moved towards the table and looked back towards the door. I hid back all of a sudden. She noticed that nobody was standing and then looked at Zac once and smiled. Then she turned around and took out a small bottle out of her pocket which had a colorless liquid inside it. She poured it in one of the glasses and mixed it quickly.

I said as I came out of the counter locking it,” So what can I do to help you with today? “I am looking for the fairy tales for kids but not the usual ones, actual tales of fairies and stuff without any of the darker Grimm brother stuff in it,” he said and I nodded. “We have some things of that sort but I have to warn you that they are going to be second hand copies. I mean, they are not the first hand books but we do have the full volumes and if you take the whole box sets of Red, blue, yellow and pink then I am sure that I can give you an attractive friends and family discount as well,” I replied.

"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 walked into my room and was shocked to see a portrait of me and Raymond hung on the wall. My excitement was beyond my control, I just stood there as tears streamed down my face. I wished the world was like this, all beautiful like the portrait. I walked towards the bed, the smell of rose flowers engulfing the atmosphere. The room was redecorated, with sculptures and different artworks beautifying each corner. It could be described In a word as perfect. I sat on the neatly arranged bed, with roses lithered on it. “What is the name?” a tiny little voice asked from the crowd.

I could feel his tension pouring off him in waves. I felt the heartbeat pounding through his palm where it met mine. That throb of nervous energy. The way his breath caught whenever we passed an open door. The Red Rooms spilled moans into the hallway, full view of a woman gagging around cock with tears running down her cheeks and mascara smudged like war paint. Blue Room—one woman restrained, a man drawing teasing circles on his thighs with a riding crop. Every doorway was a story. Every glance was permission or a dare. And Ryden was seeing all of it.

I'd pay to watch. My body absolutely did not need that mental movie. He saw it. The shift. My hooded eyes and pounding heart. The way my thighs pressed together. The way my lips parted. “Oh,” he murmured. “You’re blushing.” “Shut up.” He stepped closer. Not touching. Just close enough to make me beg for him to touch me. “You never heard a guy jerk off before, Taylor?” My name on his mouth felt sinful. I wanted to tell him to say it again. Slower this time.

It was full of overlapping unearthly figures. I bobbed my head. "Game," I said after I assessed. "The blue one is Isla's. Rhyme designed the gray one. The red and black were painted by Boston. The pink and yellow was owned by Thunder," I guessed. "Yuck!" Thunder immediately reacted. "I'm not that weird to paint such colors! I'm not the cheesy one who will choose your favorite colors..." Thunder was not able to finish what she was about to say when Rhyme faked a cough.