Tru Blue Novels & Stories

I knew what I was feeling was the mate bond pulling me to her. “Shit, I have to go!” I yelled to my beta. I raced out the packhouse and to my car. I had to be with her right now. I hope she isn’t awake for this. We haven’t explained anything to her about what she is. She is a werewolf just like everyone in our town. We had to keep it from her because she is special. A Blue Moon wolf said to unify our world under one alpha. After a few minutes, I was in front of her house. The moment I touched the doorknob the door flew open revealing her father David just past it. Suddenly a blue light filled the house. We all looked at each other wondering what had happened.

Troy just stared after the lady that was now scampering out of the building. He nudged Blue. 'Was she trying to give me AIDS?' Someone yelled for them to shut the fuck up. 'Who knows?' Blue murmured. 'Maybe she just wanted to get off.' Troy lay there quietly and thanked his lucky stars that he'd found Blue. Blue had been on the streets pretty much all of his life. He always bragged that he could get off the streets but he would rather have a hustle then a job. He taught Troy where to shower and how to eat and to always stay away from the cops.

“What’s Tru’s favorite color? Where did Tru like to go as a kid? Who was her childhood best friend? What is her favorite movie?” Without even a hint of hesitation, Taran responds, “Tru’s favorite color varies on the item. When looking at the color wheel, purple is her favorite color, but she wouldn’t paint a room purple and doesn’t believe it looks good with her skin tone. However, I disagree with purple not looking good on her. Tru loved to explore the woods a block away. But if your question is more regarding her favorite place in the world, it’s the beach. Tru loves the water. Her childhood best friend was a girl named Lindsey that lived two houses down until she moved away when Tru was i

FACTS ABOUT BLU Tristan wakes up with an uncomfortable feeling. His head throbs slightly and his back is killing him! He didn't sleep all night. He's pretty sure no one in the room slept at all. He remembers glancing at the bedside clock and the 3:43 am flashing brightly. His eyes drifts to Blurin who runs a small comb across his hair. The bulking man wore a navy blue long-sleeved shirt with loose joggers. Tristan bites his lip. He glances at his soaked shirt and puffs out a sigh.