Aesthetics Purple Novels & Stories

When it came to jade, purple was usually referred to as the color of spring. Even though the outer layer was red, with his status as the person in charge of the shop and his specialized experience, his eyes were much better than anyone else's! There was a vague purple hue under the red, there was also an incredible glow to it. He was practically sure that jade was something extraordinary! "So what if it's purple?" "Spring doesn't mean it's great. The outer layer is such trash, there's no way the purple layer will be much better. At the most, it's only going to be average!" Willie scoffed.

Rows and rows of woman’s clothing are hanging on the opposite side of Creeds stuff. Dresses, all different kinds of shirts, jeans, shorts, lingerie… anything and everything. Even a huge shoe rack in the corner. I check the sizes and everything will fit perfectly, I’m skimming my hands along the fabrics hanging when I touch something silky soft. I pull at it and gaps when I see the full dress. Light purple fabric, sweetheart neckline, a short slit from the bottom to my right knee, thin spaghetti straps and a built in bra. It’s truly beautiful. I’ve read somewhere that the colour purple is alluring.

Atlas’ POV Onyx. That was my new favorite name. It suited her perfectly describing the color of her long, black shiny, silky hair that I wanted to run my fingers through. Fuck. Her scent was better than anything I had ever smelled in my life; coconut and with a hint of warm vanilla. I wanted to inhale that scent forever. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of purple I had ever seen. I never even fucking liked purple until I saw those gems. I was a compete sucker for her. Her skin was smooth and pale like porcelain, and her lips were so full and pink. I needed to feel them against mine.

It was different. ‘She's like a doll,’ even Zinnia noticed. Her beauty was too fairytale-like to be real. It was like a character from a novel, a character from a cartoon or some kind of perfectly painted portrait or a well-made doll. She was astonishing to look at. And she seemed to like purple shades of colours. Let's say the purple version of Apple. "Heavens me, she's beautiful," I gushed out. Khloe giggled and when I looked at her, she was beaming with pride. Her daughter could be kidnapped and sold for zillions.

Sarah just stood by the door with a straight posture. I look at her now and then. And every time, I'm always stunned by her beauty. The bridge of her nose is well defined. Her cheeks are flushed red that isn't because of the blush-on. Her lips are full and peach and so sensual. Her eyes are so deep purple and moist. Similar to the color of the sky in the evening when changing its robes into the night. Like a beautiful sky, that can only be seen at a glance. You won't get tired looking at those eyes.

Elena POV After hours of being shaved, plucked, waxed, pinned, and tucked, hair, and make-up finished, I am finally done. As I look in the mirror, I feel overwhelmed by the person looking back at me yet again. My eyes seem to glow more brown than green under the smokey eyeshadow. My lips are painted with a deeper pink that accentuates my eye shadow and golden skin. My hair is smooth and curled, falling in soft waves down my back. I think my favorite part though is my dress. It's a deep purple color and is made from velvet which pools around my feet like a liquid lake of the purest amethyst with a slit on both sides running up to my hips. When I walk it waterfalls around me in the most beauti

On Monday, she took pleasure in entering the closet and selecting a beautiful combination of clothes and accessories, applying light but skillful makeup, brushing her hair, and completing the look with jewelry she had designed herself and the company had manufactured. She opted for a high-waisted caramel pencil skirt with a snake-print camisole and a black blazer, shoes matching the skirt, a Prada bag matching the blazer, and gold and onyx earrings and necklace.

I would like to have purple and blue but I let Aiden decide. "Why don't you pick the blue one, Aiden?" I asked him. "You look good in blue, Mom. I want you to be unnoticed as possible...even though it's impossible." The last sentence is a whisper but I was still able to hear it. I snickered. Sometimes, it feels like my son is hyping over me. "Okay. Pastel colors are the least noticeable colors." I just promised even if it's not true. Pastel colors are gentle to the eyes. It's a soft color for soft girls.

The one she used to detail the first few steps of every event she organized. "I was thinking about the color scheme. Purple indicates royalty. Sophistication. The perfect color to debut the heir with. We can incorporate all hues and tones but I would suggest a darker jewel tone instead of pastel," She gave me another once-over. "Seeing as her complexion might not withstand the pastel from draining her skin of any color." Somehow her words felt like an insult. A slap in the face, if I could put it that mildly. But Rachel didn't even blink. Although the corner of her lip twitched slightly.

She couldn’t wait to put on the dress and have her makeup done, anticipating the upcoming event with a mix of curiosity and delight. The purple flair gown was a masterpiece of fashion, tailored to perfection to accentuate Elaina’s every curve. The fabric flowed gracefully, hugging her figure in all the right places, showcasing her perfect curves with effortless allure. The gown’s deep purple hue complemented her skin tone exquisitely, enhancing her natural beauty.