Book Mood Board Novels & Stories

She brought in light to my dark, dimmed life, she bought the glow to my sparkless eyes, she bought me what they called "Exhilaration" I was fulfilled. She was the light to my darkness! And then.......she was gone, taken away from me, killed right before my eyes while I did nothing but watched as that bastard cut off her head, wishing to trigger me....oh he did...he surely did....he unleashed the devil himself. Hahaha He knew that was a death wish. I created A Blood Moon, representing my bleeding heart, my tears, my agony. To... Let the goddess know she had forsaken me.

“Yes, come in.” She stepped inside carefully, her fingers gripping the tablet. “I’ve updated the mood boards for the executive suite revamp, but I need your final input before we submit the concepts to Evergreen’s team. They’ve requested a visual walkthrough first thing tomorrow.” I walked over and took the tablet from her, scanning through the layouts and swatches. “This is solid. You’ve got a good eye for contrast, Clara.” Her face lit up, just a little. “Thank you, ma.”

“Is this really the best they could come up with?” “You have a meeting with Creative in thirty minutes,” she continues smoothly, already flipping a page on her clipboard. “They’ll be presenting the first official mood board. I made sure everyone received the concept you approved for the campaign. Design is also requesting an emergency meeting before lunch—they’ll be sending over the colour palettes within the hour for your approval.” I nod, absorbing it all. I hadn’t realised how much I needed someone this competent until now. “Alright. Be ready to take notes during the Creative meeting. I’ll see Design after lunch—after I’ve reviewed the colour palettes. Those should’ve been on my desk firs

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

Book One- Counsel for the Wolf Act III- The Night That Won't Stay Buried Chapter 45 Jordan POV By the time Maddox left the office to go collect Elias and Kane, I’d already turned my bedroom into something between a war room and a craft project. I had started a board when I first arrived, but this was the revamp. A corkboard leaned against the built-in shelves, and I’d commandeered the biggest table like I paid property taxes here. Folders spread out in clean stacks. My laptop sat open beside a legal pad full of bullet points and aggressive underlines.

It was not ѕоmеthіng I hаd рut a lоt of thоught in, marrying Jоеl was mу only соnсеrn nоt whаt I асtuаllу looked lіkе on the dау. “Lоng, ѕhоrt, раttеrnеd, ѕраrklеѕ, lасе, sleeves, sleeveless, bows—” “Juѕt stop, I dоn’t know.” His еуеѕ wіdеnеd іn annoyance. “Right, that’s іt, I’m dоіng a mood bоаrd аnd wе аrе starting tо fіnаlіѕе thіngѕ, bесаuѕе аll this I don’t knоw іѕ driving me сrаzу.” Hе thrеw his hаndѕ uр in thе аіr, lіkе hе couldn’t bе еvеn more drаmаtіс.

“Are you assigned to any table yet?” “Not yet.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “But I was heading for Table three.” She stares at the clipboard in her hand, and lifts a brow. “Turns out you're headed in the right direction. That's your assigned table.” “Oh, alright then. I'll just be on my way.” “Sure. Go on and join them.” She fumbles with the board. “Have fun… with it. I guess.” “Of course. And you too, also.” I murmur. “Have fun too… Coordinator.”

“And Noah if he’s not elbow‑deep in someone’s chest. I want at least one human face in the room who isn’t calculating donations.” “I’ll text them,” Mei said. “And make sure nobody tries to drag Aiden in for optics. This is your circus, not his.” “Appreciated,” Lyra said. *** The boardroom was all glass and polished stone and carefully curated art that had nothing to do with medicine—abstract canvases, a bronze sculpture that looked vaguely lupine if you squinted Lyra walked in to find nine of the twelve board members already seated around the long table, tablets open, the air thick with wealth and anxiety.

Too much room for him to manage me through the beginning of it before I got to the part that mattered. I discarded it before step twelve. The second version by step nineteen. The doctor confirmed something this morning. Too Passive. A sentence that kept me at one remove from the thing itself, which was exactly the kind of language I reached for when I was afraid of something and didn't want to be visibly afraid of it. I discarded that one too. Step twenty-six. I'm pregnant. Just that. Two words and the subject. Clean and exact, the way the panel had been clean and exact.

I ask quickly before she tries to find out what was on my mind. The trick works because she is now scrolling on her iPad in the fancy way she does, with all seriousness. “First, we have the shoot with the lingerie brand.” She says. “I believe they shared their mood boards with you?” She asks. “Yes.” Yes, they did and it is…fancy. Okay, fancy is not the word for it. It’s hot. HOT and I look forward to the shoot a little too much. “Great. I know you are going to kill it.” Layla says. She has such good faith in me. “Oh, that’s pretty much all you have to do today.” She says.