Romans & histoires Red And Blue Block Tales Fanart

Hi readers This is my book blue blood and be sure to know what I write and what you'll all be reading is all in my imagination,it's all a fictionalized. All scenes,sword fighting skills,Powers and all are all work of my imagination if this reminds you of a scene before or a true life story it's all a coincidence. Thanks... ____________________________ In a small hut a woman groan in pain, rubbing her big tummy, she stretch her legs apart, moaning, tears and sweat mixed together on her face, her hairs pull apart but still her beautiful moonlight face shone.

“There you go again. You’re messing around with a girl you don’t even care about.” “But I enjoy what I do, don’t I? It feels great.” “When will you ever grow up? What if I’m no longer here? Who’s going to guide you?” “No longer here, your face! Guide you, your face!” Blue pulled his boxer shorts down slightly, exposing himself, and began touching himself. “Don’t disturb me. My little buddy will get mad at you.” Red could only smile as he took off his shirt to change. Afterward, he grabbed a book and started reading, lying down next to Blue, who was still preoccupied with his activity.

My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut your heart and hug you tight for the second time as I missed it. Every love story in every individual has an ending, it will depend on them if they want happy or woebegone. But…. Should I end our love story happily? Or we are destined to be the nonentity in our ending? Welcome to the next life Love story of Lorelei and Articus, " Red ​Thread of Fate"

I'll spend a lot of time plotting it so that it can be a better story than the rest. Please do support my other works here! It'll be amazing to see your feedback. Thanks again for the support! Love Tea tae

“Blue Heavens? That’s what you’re calling it now?” “Why not? It’s catchy.” “You,” Cullen countered, “are a mystery wrapped in a headache. But don’t worry. I’ll find you your weatherman. Just don’t ask me to track storms myself. I’m more into climbing cliffs than reading clouds.” The brothers shared a smirk, then suddenly, Raven touched the necklace with the artifact pendant.

Gael laughed, "You better start getting used to it now that you're getting stuck with me. " Blue's heart skipped so hard when he said that; her lashes blinked multiple times, and she quickly looked away. " Who said I'm stuck with you?", she said looking away, " Ain't you going to tell me your dream?", he diverted. Blue groaned, "It's like you'd never stopped asking", " No", " Painting", " Painting?", " Yeah, I love drawing and painting", " Woah!, that's so cool", " I know right ", she said with a bitter smile,

As one of the commanders of Half Moon Pack, she had gone to assist a pack rescue at an attacked island. Blue pushed another block toward him. “Not that one,” she said seriously. “That one is purple.” Aiden paused. The block in his hand was clearly blue. He glanced at the scattered pieces. “This is blue.” Blue frowned, shaking her head. “No, dad. Purple.” He studied her carefully. Her tone wasn’t playful. She seemed certain that it was purple. He swapped it for another block…actually purple…and handed it to her. She beamed. “See?”

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.

The fire that was still burning cast a shadow on half of his face but his red eyes continued to glow dark but vibrant. Lucian grabbed one of the sticks and drew a huge circle on the grass by digging the stick a little deeper into the soil. He put a total of seven rocks within the circle. Katherine looked at the odd diagram in front of her, trying to piece together what she was looking at. "What is it?"

“Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.” She nodded. “Does all of Black Crimson’s art illustrate some fairy tale or another?” I sent her a curious glance. Motioning behind her, she explained. “Well, that one was obviously Rapunzel. And the one before was the Big Bad Wolf, right?” “Holy shit,” I cried, gaping at her before shaking my head and returning my attention to the road. “I think you’re right. I remember another one having some guy leaning over a sleeping woman and one had a mermaid on it, which must be—”