How Does Pick A Color End?

Iris Grey lost her father at 10, and due to the never ending reminder of her father’s memory in there old home, they decided to move out, leaving her first love despite the pain. 8 years later, they come back home, only to find out her mom was going to marry her first loves father. She felt betrayed. And upon walking out due to anger, she find her way right at their old front lawn and right inside his father's office. Never been so confused as to why everything seemed to have not changed. She entered and saw the book she and her father used to draw together as both love colors and writing fantasies. Little did she know it was a portal to a whole new dimension. A parallel world where colors come from. The Realm of Hues. Stuck in a whole new world filled with conflict, with unfinished tasks and her first love turned to step brother, could she stop herself from falling deeper? Or would the love grow deeper than it was before. Prepare as we enter the realm of Hue.

Growing up as a beautiful, smart, and obedient daughter, Auva Fermentera is like the perfect child that all parents desire to have. With all the money that her family has, it seems like there is nothing they can’t afford to have. But soon later, Auva realizes that it is not true when her family opposes her dream to pursue painting. Obeying them at first, Auva learns to stand up for herself when she was blamed of her engagement being cancelled as her fiancé runs away. A very cliche move. Only to find out that he is hiding in the same place she decided to start her new life. A place which will be like their canvas while they paint each other’s life. With every stroke of their paint, a bunch of colorful memories come together. But it only takes one event that made their paint brush break which stains their built memories. Will they try to fix it? Or will they let it be as it is?

In a society where only the rich keep getting richer, chasing a dream is a luxury Reya Fernandez has never been able to afford. At 27, she’s her family’s breadwinner—carrying burdens far beyond her years, constantly setting herself aside as life throws one dilemma after another. But when she’s unjustly suspended from work, stuck in a dead end with her family’s needs piling high, Reya finally decides she’s had enough. She goes on a vacation. Hesitant but determined to take charge of her life, Reya sets out to breathe—for once. What she doesn't expect is to stumble upon fate's game, giving her life an unexpected 'Splash of Colour'.

My fiancé presented two engagement rings—one for me, one for my sister to choose first. The first was a three-carat fancy pink diamond, flown in from Antwerp, the kind that made dealers go quiet. The second was a plain platinum band, standard issue, the sort you buy off the tray as a backup. For the first time in my life, I pointed at the pink diamond. "I'll choose first this time." Dante Moretti ran his hand through my hair, the way you soothe a restless dog. "Eleanor, you know Grace has always been particular. If she can't have the best, she'd rather have nothing. You've never cared about any of this. The other one is fine." I didn't answer. My chest felt hollow. We'd grown up together—his father ran the West Coast territory, mine the East. But in Dante's eyes, I'd always been the second daughter, the one who got what Grace didn't want. Every summer, he'd cut watermelon and bring the first plate to Grace. She'd take the center slice—sweetest, seedless, deepest red. He'd push the rest toward me—the pale pink near the rind. "This part's still good. Just not as sweet." When he bought his first Maserati, Grace picked the front seat—less motion sickness. He gestured at the back. "A little tight, but you can pick either side." Even our love was secondhand. He'd loved Grace first. She chose her academic career over him. So Dante, wounded and restless, came to me. In his world, Grace was always the first choice. I looked at the platinum band and pushed it across the table. "Give them both to Grace. I don't want either."

In our Pack Alliance, every Alpha must choose his future Luna in front of everyone. The Alpha must touch the Sacred Moonstone. The stone reveals the inner wolf of his true mate. The brightest aura proves the Moon Goddess’s choice. For the first nine times, I was so sure about our intense bond. I believed that my inner wolf would shine the brightest for Ronan. But every single time, right in front of the whole pack, he chose Bianca—my adopted Omega sister. Right before the tenth and final trial, he confessed the truth. "I am going to choose Bianca again." "Why?" I asked. I fought the agonizing pain of my soul being ripped apart. "Because I was given a second chance," he said. "In my past life, Bianca begged me to pick her just once. She wanted to beat you. I said no." "Later, we mated. But she killed herself with Wolfsbane right after the ceremony." "She once took a fatal blow from a rogue wolf for me. I owe her my life. Next time, Lyra, I swear I will pick you." But a mate bond is not a game you can just restart. And he wasn’t the only one who remembered the past. In our past life, he grew cold and distant toward me because of Bianca's death. Even when he became the Alpha King, he was never happy. Right before he died, he swore: If there is a next life, I will never fail you. I believed him. This time around, I just thought there was a glitch in our bond. Now, this is the tenth time. Our agreed final chance to choose a Luna. Since he still chooses to betray our fated bond, I will follow the Moon Goddess’s guidance too. And mate with someone else.

News of a wedding in Nordica's top power family lit up the world. But at the rehearsal, I caught my fiancée, Ivette Bianchi, making out with her childhood sweetheart, Jerick Weiner. "Babe, we've been in love forever. Let me use your first-time blood as pigment for my art?" Ivette blushed, hesitated— Jerick didn't wait. He pinned her to the wall and kissed her. "My best piece needs that color," he whispered. "I want this painting to end our youth." I watched them twisted together, ice-cold. Dropped the ring. It clattered across the floor. "Go through with the ceremony," I said. "Or your family goes broke." She stiffened, shoved Jerick off, and spat, "Fine." Then she turned right back, grabbed his hand, and dragged him inside. "It's just a bachelorette party. I won't miss the rehearsal." The door slammed. I didn't react. I was done. I made the call. "Change the bride. And yeah—the Bianchis crossed the line first. I want them erased."