The Blue Bar Novels & Stories

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”

I urged "The table.... the door.....the clock......and.....uh- you?" I smiled, brushing his damp hair away from his face. "Mention three blue things you can see" I said. "The painting---my shirt--- your---" His rapid breathing slowed down. "Your eyes" he breathed. I embraced him and he held onto me. "It's okay. You're okay" I whispered, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry-- I--" "Sh-- it's fine. Just breathe" He nodded. Soon, his breathing evened out. I could tell that he'd fallen asleep.

I wanna be free of all kinds of earthy bonds. I entered the bar and shuffled my eyes through each corner. The lit blue bar counter parallels the deep azure of the early evening sky. A bold use of solid carved wooden bar stools, teak wooden floor boards, and teak wooden planks for the walls and ceiling, helps accent the blue of the bar and the vista seen through the large doorway that frames the outside. I asked one of the lackeys to serve me something strong.

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

“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.”

She immediately spotted Victoria and Frank. “Oh Victoria Millous, I haven’t seen you in many years,” said Barla, hugging her. “Indeed, you didn’t come to visit us when Blue lived with me, now I’m jealous.” “You must be Frank’s mother! I’m Barla Fullemon,” she said as she hugged her, “Blue went to school with my boys, she is like a younger sister to them.”

No tie, just controlled confidence. His hair, dark and neatly brushed back, caught a thin line of light from the bar’s neon sign. From here I could see the sharp edge of his jaw, the kind sculptors try to imitate and fail, but couldn't get the chance to see his face. He was freaking hot. So sad my life was falling apart at this time. “See what I mean?” Blue murmured. “That is not bar candy. That’s what’s the word…..danger money.” I tried to laugh, but my stomach tightened instead.

"I... I guess I'll come along, then." He compromised. With him along, they should not be in any danger. The Blue Moon Bar was a luxurious bar and though it was not at night, there were still plenty of customers inside since it was situated in a busy area close to Springfield University. As soon as Leon and the others walked in, they were immediately greeted by the deafening music played on the immersive sound system. There were light projections and an extravagant-looking bar, making it looked as though they were in a music festival. The bar was incredibly spacious with over two thousand square feet.

She still wonders, How much power does this person possess to gain access to this place? The grand floor of The Blue Room was buzzing with activity while it still maintained its privacy. Lounge 4B, however, was a more secluded part of the bar that only a few of the elite had access to. The lounge was dimly lit in several colors and gave a place for those seeking privacy. Its plush leather booths and dark wooden panels created an intimate atmosphere, perfect for private meetings. Only a few people were around the lounge, enjoying the cool and quiet atmosphere the place offers.

The world fucking tilted. She was standing by the bar with that bastard husband of hers, Antonio. Her hand rested on her belly, round now, glowing under the silk of her dress. Blue. She’d always liked blue. Ice queen. And Christ, she looked like everything I’d lost and everything I still wanted to touch.