Blue Curve Perfume Novels & Stories

Adir place the hair on Castus palm " You're my friend and that's hard to be" "You're saying all of this because you don't know what happened,the Dotedrins killed a lot of witches back then,they thought they'd the supreme power over everything"Castus exhale tired of repeating himself"The hair is blue" "Blue?are you sure it's blue?" " Yes, it's color..."Castus pause. "Your dream" "The girl hair is also blue now don't tell me this is a coincidence" " It is but you didn't even see the girl face because it's blurry"Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..."

she answered him, feeling slightly dizzy. He was so close she could feel the heat rising off his bare forearms and the musky scent of his cologne made her head spin. “Well, it’s beautiful. I like the color. Midnight blue always looked good on you.” “It’s not for me, it’s for my new line, though I’m not sure now if I’ll be able to complete it.” “Why not? It’s wonderful. The world will love it. You’ll sell a million of them the first week.”

I scan the room, my gaze landing on the cupboard. Ah, the goddamn blueberry bottle. The deep blue glass catches the light, the silver label gleaming with the name I chose myself: Blueberry. Rossa made this for me. I’d told her, make it exclusive. So… no one else in the world smells like blueberries except me. Next to it is the white bottle: my mother’s creation. A musky, ocean-scented perfume that smells like salt and power. It’s been with me since I was a kid, a reminder of the sea and the strength it gave me.

What is so complicated about it? " Well, what do I say? I like all colours. It depends on my moods and seasons. " " Like really?? " " Yes... In summers, I like all pastel colours especially baby pink, icy blue and lemon yellow. In winters I like red, blue, black, white...." "Oh, God!! Let me rephrase my question, which colour you don't like much? " " Ok... Green. But I like some shades of it too. " I rolled my eyes at her answer. She is so cute.

I moved the paper aside and gasped. It was a gown made of the most beautiful silk I had ever seen. The color was hard to describe. It wasn't navy, and it wasn't royal blue. It was a deep, icy, shimmering shade of blue that looked like the ocean at midnight. It was cold and beautiful all at once. "It’s... it’s amazing," I whispered, reaching out to touch the fabric. It was cool against my skin. "That color has a name," Cade said, standing behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "In the fashion world, they call it 'Miller Blue.' My mother had it created years ago. It’s the color of my family. It’s the color of my company."

This was my cue. " Royal blue"

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

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

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”

"I also want four pairs of these Christian Louboutins and four assorted purses and handbags from Louis Vuitton. I want these perfumes from Chanel, and next time, bring me clothes more to my taste. Not pastel or blue; I hate the color blue," I scoffed. "Ma'am, blue is Zeus's favorite-" "I'm well aware of what he does and doesn't like," I interrupted, " I am marrying him after all." "Right away," the maid bowed her head and exited my room immediately.