Romantic Blue Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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).

The aroma is sweet with a hint of floral and fruit. Here on Bluestoria, blue roses are sacred, meaning purity, power, sensitivity, and love. They also symbolize peace, expectations, and anticipation. The blue rose is a perfect flower for telling a loved one that you are thinking about the evolution of your relationship or showing your love for someone you find unreachable. The unimaginable joy of the beginning of a new venture. It signifies a fresh start in love. It brings the hope of falling in love and makes miracles happen. It’s the mystery of the impossible.

Ameliah said and bowed a little before walking out of his room still calculating if she was seeing things last night… She disposed of the cleaning utensils and walked to her room, then she took out the book she bought from the old woman. “La Luna Azul” She read out loud and then opened the book to the first page… “La Luna Azul (the blue moon) is a powerful weapon of destruction capable of dissipating vampires and werewolf.” She read out loud… She laid down on bed in a comfortable position and then continued to read… “Vampires; not only are they strong, but they are super fast in moving and their main source of nutrition is blood. They have a very sharp eye sight and possesses many other abil

My body is flushed against him. "Hey." I grin. "Close your eyes." He says as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Why?" I ask . "Just do it." He says and close my eyes. In a breeze, he's behind me. His fingers brush my neck . He takes my hair in his hands and he puts it aside. Something cold touches my neck and I inhale. He kisses my neck and he gives me an open mouthed kiss on my pulse so his tongue swirls and his fangs graze the sensitive skin. He takes my hand then leads me somewhere inside my room. I trust him so I keep my eyes closed and follow him. He stands in front of me and kisses my forehead lightly and then kisses my lips. Just a peck but full of feelings, emotions. I o

She frowned pensively, looking back at her reflection and swishing the skirts. "Well, why not, love? You deserve to look just as beautiful as all the others there." Katrice stepped closer, snatching a matching blue shawl from a stand, and wrapped it around Sapphira's shoulders. "I can't afford this, Katrice," Sapphira said quietly, blushing. She had seen the price tag when she struggled to get it on a few minutes earlier and nearly fainted. Katrice hummed and stepped back, looking Sapphira and the dress up and down.

I smiled as I walked into the closet and Velia and Diana helped me put it on. The base of the gown was a rich, deep shade of royal blue, akin to the vast, starry night sky. It shimmered with a subtle luminescence as if tiny stars were embedded within the fabric itself. The gown was designed to flow gracefully around my figure, accentuating my natural elegance and poise.