Romantic Blue Novels & Stories

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.

Blue is my heart, The sea that is held captive, This is destiny's visage, That takes its colour from you. When I stare at the depth of the tiled pond, I feel like I'm staring into you, Even though you are absent. I see your eyes in the color of the universe, I genuflect to you. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Bluer than every blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue mendacities, Oceans of restlessness. I'm sick and tired of being here, of the people in this cerulean world.

Tristan was by his mother for the weekend which was great because I needed a little space for girl time. "I'm thinking blue is the best bet for me," Erica told us pointing at a puffy blue dress on her laptop screen. "Uh, no blue is such a Quinceada vibe. I think red is much more classy. What do you think Emma?" Victoria said to me. "Uh um, I agree with Erica, but a royal blue. It's more classy than the light blue." I told them jumping out of my thoughts. "Great, someone has taste." Erica laughed.

Holding a black tie which will be perfect for his dark blue shirt and that irresistible blue eyes which shine in the light, perfectly match each other. Please, come here," she says, her hand extending toward him, offering the black tie like a peace offering. Its deep shade harmonizes with his dark blue shirt, a match made in sartorial heaven. His eyes, like twin sapphires, shimmer brilliantly in the light, and it's as if they were destined to complement the tie. The blue in his eyes and the tie intertwine effortlessly, creating a captivating harmony that's almost poetic. She can't stop falling and falling in his unworldly handsomeness.

Damian stood with an air of solitude, his messy hair falling effortlessly across his forehead, giving him an allure that both intrigued and intimidated her. Blue instinctively held her breath as their eyes met. There was something otherworldly about him, as though he belonged to a realm beyond her understanding. With a subtle movement, he gestured with a finger, beckoning her to come closer. It was a simple gesture. Yet it felt so erotic, charged with unspoken words. Blue hesitated for a moment, a mix of curiosity swirling within her; every rational thought urged her to turn back, to retreat to the safety of her room, but his pull was too strong to resist.

However, I had already destroyed all the original drafts, and if I were to confront Ariana directly now, it wouldn't be to my advantage. So, I smiled and said to her, "Ariana, the truth will always come to light, and the innocent will be cleared." Ariana also forced a slight curve of her lips and replied, "That's right, Zoey. I hope so." I then turned to Marlene and introduced the design, "Madam Madox, the design style of this rose brooch is simple yet elegant, perfectly matching the temperament and taste of mature women. In werewolf culture, roses symbolize love, beauty, and courage. Regarding the color choice, I selected a deep and rich sapphire blue. Blue has always been seen as a symbol

Liam finally invites Mila to the sacred waterfall where the wedding ceremony and Mila's appointment as queen will be held. There, even along the road leading to that place, Mila could already see that the place was filled with all kinds of decoration and lots of lights, it was dominated with the color of purple, which was the color and symbol of their kingdom. The people Mila met while walking towards the waterfall were commoners who had hardly seen Mila before, and a few palace maids.

"Oh my God! Woww!!" The first sound I make upon entering Hassie's room. She was admiring her room when she heard my footsteps and suddenly turned. With a smile, she rushes towards me and hugs me like we were actually meeting for the first time after many years. Deep inside me, I know it's the excitement aroused from having a room as pretty as this. I would say inside here is blissful, blue has always been termed as a masculine color but this one he sure fits the feminine gender, what I would say baby blue because it looks so light and refreshing.

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

I snuggle in closer to him and mumble, “We still have to pick what to wear, y’know.” At that, Roman chuckles and I feel reassurance flow in through the mate bond, he kisses me on the forehead and whispers, “Wait for me in here, immediately it’s noon.” I expect a fitting. Or maybe even a flown in designer to create a very fast yet astonishing piece. Roman comes in with an already made dress and my heart seems to flood with emotion as he holds it out to me. It’s midnight blue, with crescent encrusted diamonds that gleam the moment they touch the light and the most elegant yet wonderful bodice design ever.