The Bluest Eye Audiobook Novels & Stories

I could tell that Melio's eyes held a flash of pain. "Hi Miss, what's your name?" Black asked giving her a warm smile. "Hello Mr Bl...ack and M...iss Brenda, my name is M..Melio Blanchard ". She said in a shaky voice. This was as a result of my hands digging into her lower back. I dug my fingers into her lower back and at some point started drawing little circles so sensually that Melio became hot and flushed. She was trying her best to find a balance that she almost stumbled on.

As I go deeper into the woods, into a deeper part that I've never been to, I stop running. I then sense something, I'm not alone. I look around and spot a huge wolf. He's looking straight at me. His wolf is beautiful, he's light grey and white with a tad of dark grey mixed in some spots, and on top of that, he is the only wolf I've ever seen with such startling blue eyes. Then I caught his scent. It's amazing, but hard to describe. I lock eyes with him and everything starts to fall into place. My eyes go wide. I can feel my wolf going crazy wanting to be next to him.

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.

Crinkling my nose in disgust, I look at my brother. He was sprawled on the sofa, watching something on his phone. One of the earbuds on Ash’s ear who was on his lap, the other on him. By his feet were Jade and Gray, who seemed to play another game of rock, paper, scissors. On the other end of the sofa, sitting all prim and proper, was Blue. This time his book wasn’t neuropsychology. Instead, Blue found some of my textbooks on Administrative Law.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

He spoke. The papers flying around them fell slowly. "Then, Hail– " Blue said and stared straight in his eyes. Blue’s eyes are the color of the forest that is piercing Hail’s soul. " – how about this life? Your dream? Do you – " he said and lowered his head. " – not remember this all?" he asked. His voice is low. Hail felt his heart stop beating for a moment, and the surrounding moved so fast as fast as a bullet train. His hair fluttered together with the papers when a carriage went past them. He just looks at Blue. Blue is hanging his head. A moment of silence fell on them.

I went out to meet him in the living room and sat beside him. "Hazel, do you remember much about your mother?" He started and I just sat there staring at him until I realized he was waiting for an answer. "No, not really. Why do you ask?" "Hmm. She used to love going to the little blue river. She'd stay there telling stories to the little children around." He stopped and dabbed at his eyes before he continued. Do you know what her most priced possession was?" "Now that you mentioned it, she used to carry around a necklace."

Good" I say. Looking up to his eyes I suck in a breath when he's already looking at me. So blue, bright and absolutely gorgous. "Your eyes .. " I whisper in awe. He frowns and pulls away but my next words stop him. "They're so pretty" I say softly. "pretty" he scoffs but I can see he's relieved I didn't say something horrible. "They're the bluest eyes I've ever seen" I say. Hesitating on my next question I go for it anyway. "Urm it is complete darkness?" I ask quietly. He stays silent "I'm sorry, I shouldn't hav-"

Long ginger hair, green eyes, pale skin, just like me. Too much like me. She was close now, her lips moving, but no words coming out. I stared hard against the loud noise in the clearing, reading her lips. “ANNIE.” She knew my name. She was calling me. “RUN.” Maybe it was the urgency in her tone, or the way she looked at me like something bad would happen if I didn’t move, I got up with the speed of lightning, bolting away. There were heavy footsteps behind me, and fear crept up my spine the closer they got.

, Blue yelled, " what are you thinking? What the heck were you thinking? " " What?", " How could you even think you'd ever have a chance with him, not to talk of doing something that devious all because of a man?", " I didn't do anything wrong ", she yelled back, " You did Sandra, you almost took a life", " But I didn't ". Blue's shoulder dropped, " who are you?", " I'm not like you Blue, I don't have siblings or family like you, I am an orphan, no one knows whether I'm dead or alive and I've got to hustle for myself",