Where Our Blue Is Novels & Stories

V. Blue bridge is a small town in the country, it's supposed to be a quiet place where people can co exist and live in peace. It's supposed to be a sanitarium but it's not infact it's the opposite, a small town that's supposed to be cute and peaceful is a town filled with constant bad news and deaths of youths and teens.

It wasn’t like this before, and I wondered if we got the chance to get the life back we left. “Chester. Two miles away,” Lois read. “That’s where we’re heading,” I replied. “Been there before?” Iris asked. “Nope. Just in case we got into trouble. Don’t fight, unless I say blue.” Okay, that’s not exactly what I have in mind. “Why blue?” I liked how curious she was over everything. She reminded me of Colton when we were just kids. “Just came out.” Perhaps, I thought of a certain blue-eyed every night? I shook the thought out of my head and focused back on the road.

The girls nodded, “Yes, daddy.” Blue placed her hand in mine and gave it a little squeeze, her eyes lit up in adoration. We were going to Greece, to the island of Zakynthos where Blue was born and raised. She’d wished to go there and visit her family. Technically, she could swim there with the kids since the triplets were part mermaid, but then she’d felt sorry for her human husband who could hold his breath underwater for only about thirty seconds. She’d taken pity on me and we’d decided to travel the traditional way by flight.

Nate replied and passed his head-band to Blue, who wore it on her head happily. "You should go explore the haunt house as planned," she said to Iver, Knox and Carlene. "We three have a special place to explore alone," she said, now referring to herself, Orion and April. "We do?" April asked with curiosity. Blue latched unto Orion and April's arm, dragging both of them away as they had no choice but to follow. "Yes, we do." * Blue shoved April and Orion into a photo booth saying she has a place of her own to explore and then she ran off. April laughed at Blue's plan at getting them alone together, but she stopped when she saw that Orion wasn't sharing the same expression, he almost looked ups

he asked her, his eyes looking at the dark blue water which stretched for miles and miles. "It can mean many things, there is light blue and dark blue. The water is dark blue in the dark, but when it morning, it turns light. Light blue can mean calm, stability, intelligence and confusion. Dark blue can mean sadness, depression or even communication," she hummed and Grayson nodded slowly.

Maybe one of the empty rooms in the left wing? Blue- too far from Luna Sarah and I am allergic to the palm trees outside the window. Xander- oh yeah, alright I will move beta Steven. They could use the privacy. Black- is this a yes ? Blue- yes, but only if I can still visit. Black- you will be a Luna, you can do as you wish. Blue- if that's all, I have to go! Xander- Tonight at 8 in my office don't be late! Blue- yes alpha.

Damian said sarcastically from the shotgun seat. "Hey, there's no wet dogs in my ancestry," Blue replied before Roxie stopped the playful bickering before it got carried away. Blue had talked to his sister, Shaylee, about what was happening. She said that Levi lived near one of the Great Lakes, and she was pretty confident that one of Fiona's elders knew the exact address. The issue was that Blue and Fiona weren't exactly close. Thus the reason why he reached out to Shaylee and not Fiona herself.

The sweetheart neckline curves gently, the skirt falling in flowing waves. Maren breathes out in awe. “It’s beautiful. Who would’ve thought something like this would come our way? A blessing, right when you needed it.” Her optimism radiates, filling the room like sunshine after rain. I can hardly breathe. My mind flashes back to the slip of paper I’d picked earlier during the partner selection—the same shade of blue. And now this. Blue has never been my favorite color. At least, it never used to be. But now, something about it draws me in. It feels familiar, almost comforting, like it’s tugging at a memory I can’t quite reach.

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.

I gasp. My eyelids fly open. “What is it?” Mitch asks with great interest. Standing, as well. Blue had not been a hue I’d contemplated, for fear it would meld right into the ocean scenery. No, I want something that grabs and commands attention. I immediately visualize a shade so rich and brilliant, a blue-turquoise so sensational, it truly would be a beacon. Turquoise and white. With a darker blue or possibly black as a faint enhancement around the fringes to make it all pop.