Sans Blue Novels & Stories

His sibling was out hunting and he knew which path he needed to take to catch them. The snow was beginning to fall as he took a path unbeknownst to his sister, he walked as quietly as he could, and although he couldn't see he weaved through trees and stepped over dried twigs and dead leaves he knew now that the trees were bare and that the sky was a grayish-blue. His sister had always taken the time to tell him what colors the sky was and what their home looked like. His sister had even told him what he looked like. His fur was a dark red, sleek and uncommon, with a black fluffy tail and although his eyes were sightless they were the clearest pale blue that she had ever seen.

“I said I moved in.” Blue screamed again, incoherently this time. “Ammie! Into the CEO house? The rude one? The tall one? The walking intimidation??” “Yes.” Blue paused. Then lowered her voice dramatically. “…Is he there right now?” Ammie glanced toward the door. “No.” Blue exhaled loudly. “Okay good. Because I need you mentally stable for this story.” “It’s not a story,” Ammie muttered. “It IS a story,” Blue insisted. “A very expensive one.”

" Blue ." " What ? " " What's wrong ? You've been cold towards me ." " Why didn't you tell me ?" " Please tell me what so that I can respond." © #KCMmuoe

I'm so excited that I'm getting hard just thinking about the scene that will occur in a few minutes. Jessblue is a goddess all on her own with the body all female Bampires wish they had! She is beautiful in all ways imaginable. She is not your ordinary everyday Bampire that roams around Bluestoria. She is like no other female that I’ve seen. She has big voluptuous breasts with a thickness of beautiful curves you can only imagine.

“What d’you think, Jo?” “We’re lacking people with your colors,” the other woman said. Silvia, because that was her name, studied us with a mild frown. “Yeah, I think you guys will look better in blue.” She raised her eyebrows. “The alternative being red.” “Blue,” Brandon and I said right away, making them laugh. “Ron!” called Silvia. A man came trotting from behind a black curtain hanging past the racks. Silvia nodded to Brandon. “Could you help Brandon here?”

She blinks and looks at him, “You think so?” He gestures to his own eyes, “Oh.” She looks sad, “Oh, Hon. No. I just mean the blue.” She blinks again and looks up at him confused. He smirks, “They are such a striking blue and I’ve only ever seen the like on Bone-Witches, admittedly they weren’t as nice as you, but that’s beside the point, Hon.” Seb stirs the bags in the large pot, trying to make sure they’re all evenly cooked.

It shook its head dumbly, "I don't know, Hana. But Blue doesn't accept fire, so we can't make new weapons," Hana moved closer to the Blue pot. She carefully picked it up and examined it. There was no rejection; Hana added to her doubts. She quickly sent Worn to glow at the highest level and brought the Blue pot closer. Blue was as cold as ever despite the heat that could burn whatever metal it passed.

I was irritated on the inside. "Wait! Just a second!" Blaze said, he returned to the clothes rack that the waiter had brought. This time he brought a mini dress with Sabrina's peach sleeves, it had small waist with a flare-shaped bottom, widened below. "Here! You try this!" Blaze ordered, gave the mini dress to me. I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. "Why does it have to be this color again? You've already given me sky blue, now you're giving it almost the same girly color!" I protested that I was fed up with the colors sky blue, peach and other girly colors.

“You don’t understand the bigger picture.” I tilted my head slightly. “Do you?” He frowned. “I know what you are planning to do,” I continued “You want to be powerful.” “That’s not what this is,” he snapped. “Isn’t it?” His nostrils flared. “Did you know Blue doesn’t see colors the way others do?” I said calmly. “And neither do you.” He stared at me, confusion shifting into anger. “She has color vision deficiency,” I went on. “And so do you.”

The lights flashed in my eyes. I stared at the empty door and calmly walked toward a home that was not truly mine. The video of Jenny White breaking the hiking record played on the mall's big screen. In the video, my parents and Jared stood excitedly, cheering for her. None of them seemed to remember that I would be released today. After almost three hours of walking, I finally saw Jared. He rushed over. Upon seeing my limp, he went to support my arm. “Charlie! What happened to your leg? Did they do something to you inside?”