Rin Fanart Blue Lock Novels & Stories

She didn’t even back down. Pink glared at her, narrowing her eyes at the lady. However, despite the pressure inside their tone, the atmosphere between them didn’t even subdue. Hence, no one that knew them was worried. “Ugh! I need my beauty sleep!” Blue blindly grabbed anyone in front of him with his eyes half-closed. “Here!” “Great!” He blindly slumped on that tall body, putting all his trust in that unknown body that seemed familiar. Thankfully, Sly was there to be his cushion.

“There has to be a story there, but Daemon is the most secretive member of the warriors I know. He barely talks. No one knows a thing about him, other than his… well... his…” "Sleeping around?" I rolled my eyes, getting on my feet again. "You can say it, Lena. Everyone in the Blue Moon Pack knows it, even if they don't talk about it." “Yeah,” she sighed. “That.” Lean moved towards me, unzipping my dress and letting it pool around my feet. I stepped out of it and walked to the bathroom. “You can go to bed, Lena. I want to be alone.” “Are you sure, Annie? I mean… I am not…”

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.

The graphics were terrifyingly real, and Uriel would only ever admit it just this once. The red matched the slight hue in the corner of the painting on his wall. Beautiful. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Three steps in, and V was three steps out. He backed away as the player named 'Blue' approached him. Blue. Where had he heard that name before? He pondered, but he could only think so deep when a forty three inch blade was threatening to pierce him. Blue. Blue; a lone hue. A cold shade. Blue.. I remember now.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

I gritted and they smiled. "I'm Blue, the leader of these five." He smiled proudly and pointed at others who happen to be Lex, Calvin, Harris, and Dray. Blue fits the spec of being a leader and his aura and body stature say it all. His eyes were icy blue and his muscles were delicious, visible, and hard.

Staring back at the man she wished so desperately was Vincent, Blue found it rather difficult to force a stiff smile. Cocking a warmer, thin-lipped smile of his own, hair so covered with gel, Richard gently kicked at her foot as he had one time too many and smiled as though the gesture somehow sexually pleasured her. Blue wondered if the mug she wanted to club the man over the head with so desperately would shatter from his hair alone. Wondered if he could find the clitoris even with a map. Carefully sipped her green tea.