Romantic Blue Novels & Stories

I gulp down the wine and take a piece of the cheese and pop it in my mouth, “will it happen to me too, I mean will he consume all my thoughts.” She giggles at me, “yes and you will desire only him.” I arch my brow, “he is very handsome, tall, dark, very muscular and Storm swoons every time he speaks,” I shake my head, “his eyes are so light blue, like the sky.” She smiles at me, “his are like the sky and yours are like the deepest parts of the ocean,” she hums, “hmm, interesting don’t you think, I mean the ocean gets its color from the sky, like the moon gets it’s power from the sun.”

He softly caressed that ring, nuzzling his face against my neck. "Sarah, I've been waiting for the right moment." "Waiting for the day you'd give me this ring." "To tell you that you were the one I admired all along." In my youth, I loved reading romance novels. They often described male leads as "cultured rogues." A term that seemed negative but was actually praise. But I never imagined someone as refined as William Would have such a side to him. On our wedding day, he was impeccably dressed in his suit, the perfect gentleman.

But what pulled my heartstring was the colours. Soft blue and blush pink, bundled with a frail, white paper wrap. But it wasn’t just the scent that steals something delicate from deep inside me. It was the colours. A blush pink can be hard to find but a pale blue… that’s even rarer than finding water in a drought. I was compelled to inhale. Sweet, slightly powdery with a distinct spicy fragrance. The corner of my mouth tips with a soft smile as I touched the petals-fingers grazing softly over the tenderness.

Being Jackson Sterling's wife was going to be exhausting. Around noon, a knock on the door broke her concentration. "Delivery for Miss Vera!" A delivery man stumbled in, struggling to see over the massive, overflowing bouquet in his arms. It wasn't just a bouquet; it was a garden. And they weren't ordinary roses. They were Blue Enchantresses—rare, impossibly expensive roses imported from Europe, their petals shimmering with an almost magical hue. "Oh my god," Amy, her assistant, gasped, her eyes sparkling. "Boss, these are gorgeous! So romantic!"

the abbot coaxes I blink slowly, and upon closer inspection, I notice the rock is a slivery blue not white as I initially thought When my attention returns to the abbot, I realize he’s still talking, “-And a child is born, when the moon is full and blue, the goddess will descend and bless.” When the power of the moon is at its peak. The blue moon, he mentioned that before, when he was going on about their study on how silver ones came to be, at that time, I imagined he was speaking figuratively when he said, the birth of a silver one is as rare as the sight of a blue moon in the sky, but what if it is not? I want to laugh but I bite my tongue, because I get the feeling if I were to start, I

Gisella and Gunner stayed back and continue their flirting. Cillian and I stroll to a group of gorgeous ladies, all dressed in elaborately bejeweled dresses of the most stunning shades of blue. Dark blue, baby blue, sky blue, glittery blue, green blue, anything blue. I’m guessing, just like me, they want to pay homage to the Blue Blood Pack, hence the blue gowns.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

He just doesn’t want to admit it first, he wants to hear it from Mizuko first. “Careful with the thorns this time,” Kenshi told Mizuko who once again squatted down to pick some roses. “Yeah, yeah,” she nonchalantly said. There was a smile on Mizuko’s face as she picks up the perfect ones. Even though she said she will only take five, it’s not bad to change her mind and take as many as she likes. After all, the blue fairy said it’s its gift to her. Blue roses, signifies her tragic love and here she is again, helping the love of her life, find a girl that he claims his puzzle piece. Nothing could hurt more than that.