Rusty Bluey Novels & Stories

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

really hold some incredible power, which can turn a human into an unpredictable demon. "I-I don't h-have m-money Caesar. I just g-gave you some the o-other day" GOD!! I hate this!! I'm stuttering just to speak a few words in front of a boy who is around my age only. But I really can't blame myself too because it's something I can't change now but it's like I never tried to retaliate or go against him but what I received for that is broken limbs. He cannot be mistaken as someone weak just by looking at his body features. He must be around 165-170cm so it's a cherry on top for him to bully me more. "That's not what I wanted to hear. I want it and I want it now or do you want me to teach you,

"You haven't been eating well, Hunter, what's wrong? Are you unwell?" I shook my head. "Nana, this is Blue. She's going to stay here for a while." I squeezed her hand. "Please take good care of her." Nana smiled at me and then at Blue. "Of course. She's so gorgeous. How are you, my dear?" Blue took a step back. She was always a little wary of strangers. "I'm..I'm fine." Nana seemed amused for some reason. "Forgive me for being forward, dear, but you look like one of those exotic Princesses in Disney movies."

With the bluest eyes you've ever seen. That shirt he's wearing is trying to tame the rippling massive muscles he possesses, every man in this company knows when to choose their battle especially when he's in a bad mood..like right now." She paused, "They call him.... The blue-eyed devil." "Really?, isn't that nick a little overrated?" Kara was so taken by this story. Of course, it makes her more scared of her boss but thst was beside the point.

The little whore would have to fight her own battles. She kicked off her motorbike stand and revved up the engine of her Silver Wing, pretending to be part of the search for a couple of miles but turning onto a different freeway heading toward Morningstar's clubhouse. He had promised her a Goldwing and a position as one of his inner circle for the information she had. When she pulled up outside his ramshackle clubhouse half an hour later, she felt a pang of regret; the place looked awful, neglected and uncared for. It was nothing like the warm, welcoming vibes you got from the Blue Moon Club, but she had made her, so to speak, and there could be no turning back. She got off her bike and stra

“Declan is the only adult beta male left in that pack that was loyal to Hunter and Melina that wasn’t killed and hasn’t run off. There have been several gamma and delta level wolves, both mated and unmated males and females, that have attempted to get help from us that were chased back to Blue Ridge. All of them felt your aura, angry and oppressive before they ever saw you. They described a jet black wolf with four white feet and bright blue eyes tackling them to the ground. Sinking his teeth and claws into their flesh when they were found in human form on a clearly marked trail. When the wolf finally stopped attacking and shifted they all claimed that they talked to a young alpha with ink b

Feeling giddy, Mikayla put on the bracelet and did a little spin for the guests. Cory let out a whistle. “Ben, this must have cost you a pretty penny.” Ben grinned. “All that matters is that Mikayla loves it.” Turning around, Ben walked toward me. He held a smaller carton and passed it to me. “This one’s for you, Kaycee.” I set my drink down and took the box. The packaging was very basic, without even a seal sticker. I peeked inside and found a generic blind-box plushie. It was from an old series that had been popular two years back.

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.

" I set the tray down with a flourish. In the dim light, the porridge looked like it was powered by a lithium battery. It was glowing. It was vibrant. It was, for lack of a better word, aggressively cyan. "It’s very... blue," Alaric noted, squinting through the gloom. "It is ze extract of ze Blue Algae from ze depths of ze Mediterranean," I lied, my heart dancing a jig. "Rich in antioxidants and ze pigmentation of health. One bowl, and your internal organs will sing like ze bluebirds of Lyon." "I don't know if I can eat," he moaned. "My stomach is a war zone."

He's a veterinarian by profession and my mom's a secretary for dad. I am left alone in the house. Well, not literally alone though because Blue is here with me. I searched for Blue, and there I saw him, laying on the rag. I called him and he quickly ran over, wagging his tale. He's a big husky, gray in colour, with a chain under his neck. There is a name imprinted on the plate saying B.L.U.E. I wrapped my arms with this big bud and played with him —tickling his neck which I love to do. I stayed there playing with him for a little while.