Aesthetics Purple Novels & Stories

Chapter: 23 ****** In the realm of ethereal beauty and boundless wonder, cerulean unfolds before the restless angel's eyes. As he walked down the long, winding path, a symphony of colors danced in the air, painting the sky with hues that defied earthly imagination. Wisps of iridescent clouds drifted lazily, casting shimmering reflections upon the glistening surfaces of crystalline structures that rose majestically from the cerulean ground. Azrael, the Celestial Prince, admired its pristine perfection, finding each new detail more magnificent than the last. He paused in front of an archway of blue flowers and reached out, placing his hand on the wall. He traced the petals with delicate finger

I tease. “Oh, ha ha.” I watch as the French violet in her aura intensifies as she throws her arms out in front of her, the purple of her aura travelling down her arms and flowing out from her fingertips and forming an oval shape a few feet in front of her. As the purple hue of her aura dies down, she drops her arms to her sides, but the purple oval remains visible to my unseeing eyes, indicating the portal is fully operational. I may not see everything this world has to offer, but what I do see is full of beauty I cannot put into words.

"He has a phone and he's watching it online." "Ohh.. a childish act." I smiled as I could imagine him watching the Spongebob series inside his office. "But I'm curious, Belle. Why do you love purple? Because it looks like all your things were purple. The wall here in your office, your dress at the engagement party, the motif of your wedding and your freaking car! They were all purple." A light chuckle escaped through my lips. "Because purple is my favourite colour. It represents creativity, wisdom, dignity, peace and independence."

She believed she could watch the mesmerizing aurora lights for eternity and always find it to be a new, uniquely beautiful moment in all of existence. Azazel wasn't concerned about the allure of the northern lights. His sole focus was the radiant gleam in Athena's eyes. As the green hues of the aurora danced across the night sky, her captivating purple eyes reflected them, forming a mesmerizing ring of gold and dark grey. Her beautiful face shone so brilliantly that he couldn't tell if she was the star or the stars they were under.

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

It feels so heavy I might die. I don’t know how but my feet brought me our old lawn. It was still the same as it was 8 years ago. I don’t know how is that possible but with the thoughts that’s currently running through my head right now, I do not have space for more. I walked to our backyard. It’s where the beauty is. We filled our backyard with different plants and orchids as my parents really love nature. It’s like a greenhouse only the walls are little trees and the roof is grape vines. We emptied the pool, put grass and yes, surrounded it with plants called iris flowers, yes, just like my name. Iris means rainbow, thus the various colors of irises surrounding us. But since my favorite is

I paused the music and stood up, facing her. My eyes glinted with admiration for the young lady. I smiled as I took a mental note of her outfit. As usual, she was dressed in purple. Her love for purple right from her childhood days was so obvious. She had her closet filled with purple items ranging from wigs to shoes, to clothes, to jewelry and other fashion accessories. Her room was aesthetically painted in purple. Her room was decorated with different shades of purple and lilac. I have never seen anyone so obsessed with the colour purple like Kimberly White. Everyone knew her as Purple. The nickname had stuck to her since her childhood days.

The lazy smirk his lips melted into fit perfectly with every sharp angle of his face. “Well, it fits you like a fucking glove and makes your tit’s look perfect. It’s low in the back, draws the attention to your amazing ass. Oh, and it’s purple.” Purple? The man didn’t know his colors, it seemed. It was too pale, too dusty to be called something as basic as purple. A giggle slid past my lips, tainted with venom that Nox failed to notice. Like a snake, my beauty distracted him from how deadly I truly was.

The sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I savor the flavor. Azrael nods with unbridled enthusiasm, his extraordinary ombré eyes flashing with joy. His eyes, a striking feature he shares with his sister Astria, are truly one-of-a-kind. The ombré effect creates a mesmerizing gradient as if the colors are bending and adapting to the surrounding light.

When the brunette bride arrived, Akshara complemented her immediately, “Oh, princess, you look like a golden statue.” “I know I am beautiful. Don’t just stand there, do my hair?” the brunette bride commanded Akshara. Akshara too did the same with a smile on her face. Nora picked the purple-coloured fabric and stood in front of Akshara, “What are you looking at?” “I always found you in purple. You can add a little yellow undertone to the purple. It would suit you.” Akshara suggested while