Aesthetics Purple Novels & Stories

Lifting her chin, he forced her to meet his gaze. He inhaled her scent deeply. “Gorgeous,” he whispered. “These… these are fucking gorgeous.” “Wha… what are?” “These purple eyes,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb gently beneath her eye. “They haunt me every damn night.” His fingers slid through the ends of her purple hair. “My hands ached to touch this… to play with it.” He trailed his touch from her cheek to her neck, down her bare arm. Every stroke made her skin shiver. Her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

"Oh, please, don't mind me,* she laughs to make lessen the tension in the room. Truth be told, I am not afraid of her. I'm only stunned. She has the perfect figure and looks like she is a god, instead. Her features are sharp and so is her flawless arches brown brows. However, her hair is purple and her eyes are of turquoise colour. She looks like she is made from any colours. Her skin has an undertone of warm beige colour and looks so perfect. Plus, she doesn't look like she sees the sun very much. She looks very taken care of. I am astounded that someone can be this beautiful, but then, everyone I know with Nicholas and Hillary are hot, too. And this person before is an utterly eye-catching

“What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dar

"Think classic beauty with some boom factor. Like sexy meets sophisticated." God, the purple dress I found next was just hideous. Looked like something one of those quinseañera girls would wear. Poufy and full of sparkle; Hendrix would kill me if I showed up in this, though his expression would be hilarious. "Holy shit!" Zoe called out, making the few women in the room turn her way. "You got to see what my eyes just landed on." She pointed in the general direction across the room, but I noticed what she did at once.

The host points in Ava’s direction at Jack Fuller’s plate. Amethysts are known for their faint purple reserved in clear stones, but that’s why this ring is so unique -- the color trapped is so thick that it almost looks black without light. But even a dim light brings out the deep thick iron purple so visible that it shines under just the starry night. Hence its name.

Goddess I’ll never get used to that even though I’ve teleported many times myself. Against everything telling me not to go to find this purple door, I do it anyhow. When I finally see it, I gape at the weirdness. It’s a deep purple with ornate gold and wrought iron decorating it. With each step I take towards it, a strong urge to leave hits me as if in waves. It isn’t my own judgement warning me though. Magic? Maybe to keep the kids away or something?

I could feel the heat pulsing through his body. "Please… let… me… go," the other man wheezed, trying to claw at my savior’s arm while weakly slapping his chest. What troubled me more than the fact that this muscular guy could easily snap the jerk’s wrist was how captivated I was by his beauty. It felt strange to call a man beautiful, but he definitely was. And unless I was mistaken, his eyes were a vibrant purple. Not a soft lavender or a blue with hints of plum—this was a passionate, intense purple. They seemed too striking to be natural, yet somehow, I knew they were.

He just wished things would turn out differently this year. He exhaled deeply. "It is just right and l don't see the anything wrong with it". Yes purple! That was just what the room needed. She wasn't comfortable because her favorite color had no impact on the room except for her things and she. She really had to give it a touch of purple if she wished to stay here. Yes, she will do just that but wait, did he just her love for purple unbearable! No she can't take that.

With flowers and small crystals strategically placed from the crown on top of her head all the way down to the very tip of her braid. The amethyst crystals sparkled in the sun against her dark brown hair like tiny purple diamonds. Her beautiful heart-shaped face had a stern look on it, turning her plump light pink lips into a pout. Her sun-kissed skin was as smooth as velvet and I had a really bad urge to reach out and run my hands across the surface of it. Before I could get the chance to do something I might regret, Athena's big liquid honey, better than any single malt whiskey-colored eyes, landed right on me.

Their iridescence captures the shifting hues of the surrounding underwater world, reflecting the beauty of Aqualeara in miniature. Near the clasp, encircling a small hole, are several amethyst crystals. Their deep purple hue exudes an aura of elegance and magic, artfully complementing the pearls' shimmering radiance. The arrangement of these enchanting amethyst crystals creates a delicate circle around the captivating hole, as if inviting curious souls to peer into the heart of the clamshell's secrets. Nerissa finds herself entranced by the captivating beauty of the purple clamshell, each element thoughtfully chosen to weave a tale of timeless allure and sophistication. It is a true masterpi