Spider Lily Blue Novels & Stories

He leaned near her face so that only a few inches were left between them. Lily lifted her eyes to look into his but failed. "Didn't you hear me ?" he raised his voice a bit. Lily lifted her gaze and looked into his blue eyes and took a deep breath. His eyes were her weakness, she saw things deep within it. the three shades of blue it had, the shape of the lines that were drawn in it, the size of his pupil. She could see the ocean in it and she loved it.

He even had a spider crawl on his face but he didn't cry. “I would have cried! I am scared to death of spiders.” Lily tells him, mustering up a smile for him. “Anything with eight legs is a creature that I don't want to mess with. He has six more than me so he is clearly superior. I shall know my place and not mess with him.”

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

It was long, but it accentuated her figure. "You are not playing fair, Firefly. This is not what I had in mind for sightseeing," I said to her. I didn't want to flex it—I mean, she was something every man wanted. Well, that didn't do much until a little boy walked up to us, handing her lilies. Fuck! She does love lilies. "Μαμά, αυτό είναι για σένα." (Mommy, this is for you.)

"Oh? So…this little thing is your brother, and this one you know,too? He's quite cute... Then... let's start with them. Let's see how beautiful their crystal is and whether it will match my new nail art style. Next, it'll be your turn, dear Princess." Lisa laughed, a light, tinkling sound that scraped like glass on stone. She leaned closer to Lyra, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper filled with malice: "I want to see the blue. I hear it’s the color of deep, still water just before a storm…or perhaps." A high-pitched whine filled the room. The crystal probe glowed with an eerie blue-white light. Without ceremony, without another word, Lisa plunged it precisely into Lyra’s chest, d

With my tiny hands gripping the wildflowers I had been collecting, I had stopped dead in my tracks. That day, three elderly people came up to me, their eyes wide with awe as they observed my appearance—the blue hair and the matching eyes that set me apart. They had called it special. Selected. They had bowed before me and declared, "You are the one, Ivy," "The reincarnation of the Luan, destined to save us all."