Synopsis Of Blue Sisters Novels & Stories

"What do you want me to do? Be happy that I can't find Blue? She's been missing for five fcking long years, Theo. You can't expect me to sit down comfortably and do nothing." "I'm not telling you to sit down comfortably and do nothing, Nicholas. I'm telling you to fix yourself first. Can't you see yourself? You're a mess. Even Sunny is already afraid of you." My lips parted. My eyes softened upon mention of her name. My baby Blue's sister is afraid of me? No! She can't be.

She looked over at her to find her blue eyes watching her. "Can you tell me the story?" Claire asked, batting her eyes. Morgan smiled standing up. "Ok." She said dusting the sand off her knee and made her way to Claire. She sat on the bed, her back facing the door and brushed a strand of Claire's golden hair out of her eye. "Once upon a time there were two sisters. One younger sister and an older sister. The younger sister had hair the color of sunshine and eyes bluer and brighter than the sky." Morgan began.

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.

Something desperate. “You left without saying a word,” Liam said, voice rough with panic. “Why, Blue? Talk to me. Please.” Blue’s throat closed around the thousand things he wanted to scream. Instead, he shook his head and turned away, staring at the blur of headlights. “Go back inside, Liam. The world’s still cheering for you.” “I don’t give a damn about the world right now,” Liam shot back, stepping closer. “I care about you.” A bitter laugh tore from Blue’s lips. “Funny. You cared about me while you were shoving your tongue down someone else’s throat on stage? Was that part of the caring package?”

**End of Flashback** I sighed. I really need to sleep but I’m not sleepy. I messaged Blue to ask him how my sisters are and he said that Mythi is a good girl but Freya is a brat. I chuckled. Yes, indeed. He’s right so I’m not offended. Freya is a brat but still kind on her own ways. I can’t wait to see my sisters again! I hope they can get along with everyone especially Iyah. Then I look at my watch. Two hours left before I need to go to Stargazer. I really need to take a nap. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Serious with her brows knitted together, the woman in the centre asked. Not a moment spared, Eden answered. This time, his voice was soft and steady. “I will gladly offer my life.” The Sisters Fate sighed and shook their heads. In unison, they gave their final answer. “Our strong demon. Our precious one. Proud to craft the threads of your life, we spent extra moments to bless you.” The skinny sister on the left announced “I granted you Blue for the promises you will keep with faith in your heart.” “With the gaps within each of my threads, I blessed you with the promise of creating your own future.” The plump sister curtsied.

The animals of the forest had heard her call, and they answered. Mountain lions ran beside coyotes that ran beside the bears. Squirrels jumped through the trees while the birds flew in all shapes and sizes, staying in line with the white wolf flying before me. She was fast; it took all my strength to keep up as she drove forward. I almost laughed at myself to think I dared to believe I could beat her. My sister wasn’t as strong as my father and mother had thought; she was stronger. I was grateful to have made the right choice to join her because Goddess help anyone who stands against her.

Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance. The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with one of the sterling silver knives beside our plates. “Well,” Iris said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I think it’s wonderful how you’re all supporting each other through this process. It can’t be easy.” If she only knew. There was nothing wonderful about it. Just desperation, manipulation, and my own pathetic inability to say no to my sister. “Yes,” Margo agreed, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Grace has always been so accommodating. Haven’t you, dear?”

"The genetic similarity... is extremely high. God guided us to save our lost sister, and we killed her with our own hands!" Joseph's eyes were vacant, as if his soul had been ripped out. Meanwhile, Sarah was trembling violently. Minutes ago, she had been throwing tantrums, confident in her position as their real sister. And now, the very leverage she had been counting on for survival had been completely shattered. "No! Impossible!" she screamed, lunging for the reports on the floor, trying to tear them apart. "You made a mistake! You must have made a mistake!" Thomas kicked her away, but she crawled back and grabbed Joseph's pants. "Joe, my eyes are blue like yours! Cynthia's were brown! How

Grisella^^ The sky was authentic, beautiful. A soft blue light spread up there. The blue moon is so bright it makes the eyes look peaceful. But not with my feelings, upset, sad, confused, and anger mixed into one, stirring my emotions. Nathan smiled slyly, feeling that he had taken control of me and the situation.