Shelley Hennig Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

Ben Cross approached and took the heavy shopping bags from Mikayla’s hands. “Kaycee, it’s just a set of sheets. Must you make everyone upset?” I looked at my childhood friend, the man who had sworn to be my only knight in shining armor. Somewhere down the line, Ben’s attention had shifted to Mikayla. I held onto the bag with the blue bedding set. “All I wanted was a fresh, clean set of sheets.” Not giving them any more attention, I walked out of the store. On the way home, Ben was behind the wheel.

She was quite secretive and wouldn’t tell me anything about blue bloods since she is one of them too. What I know about blue bloods is that they are very powerful. They are capable of doing so many things; either good or bad. Most of them generalize on doing good, at least the few ones that I have seen and killed, but just a few of them do bad things, especially when they are angry. I have done lots of research, asked a lot of people, and even did experiments on blue bloods. Once, I had collected her mother's blood sample to test it and see how it was made.