Colours Of Romance Novels & Stories

, he asked. “This ripe cherry one looks nice”, I said while handing him the nail polish from the hamper. The polish colors are dark red, almost like coagulated blood. I always love these kinds of colors, because I always like something a little gothic. Then I grab the rose massage oil, a pack of rose-shaped candles, and the loofah.

The thought of seeing her naked caught a part of his cock that sent a tingling feeling to his brain. “I think red looks devilish and pink is too childish. White seems angelic but also seems fetish,” he explained as he exchanged his looks from the road to her. “I think red suits me though. I really don't have a favourite colour, I just go for whatever colour is next to be used. You get what I mean?” “I mean, I'm trying to get what you mean but it ain’t working,” “Let’s just go with Red!” “Alright! Red it is,”

She barked out a sarcastic laugh, "Could have fooled me." She gave him a pointed glance over her shoulder. He grinned, his eyes looking less bloodshot and glazed than they had been earlier. The sight lifted an invisible weight off her shoulders. She couldn't help admitting, "I thought your room would have been all blacks and greys, you know dull and brooding colours." Ambrose chuckled, that sounded more like a rasping cough, and cleared his throat, "Is that so? Well, sorry to disappoint, milady. But my favourite colour is actually red."

“I wouldn’t mind a few Little Blues running around.” I shook my head and eased into the next stretch of road. “Slow down, Romeo. We’re only supposed to be a summer fling.” He sighed theatrically. “Sure feels like forever, though.” Before the desert could roll into city limits, we backtracked—covering things we’d skipped straight past in our whirlwind romance. “Favorite colors?” I asked, glancing at him. “Blue, obviously,” he said, lifting his shirt hem to show where I’d painted his nails last night. “But before you, it was moss green—like the hills back home.”

He said and knock on the bathroom. "Yeah I just need to wear a little makeup and my dress," I said and I picked a red dress that shows my cleavage. I wore red lipstick to make it match with my dress. Ralph will be shocked once he undresses me. I wore all red today and that his favorite color. **************** After a minute we arrived in a restaurant that has a hotel. We both enter the restaurant and the waiter come to us to ask if we had a reservation. "Do you have a reservation ma'am, sir?" he asked

Alianna, ever the curious one, kept asking about the spots listed on the tourist flyer she had clutched in her hand—one of those folded pamphlets they hand out when you arrive on the island. “How close are we to the pink sand beach? Does it really have pink sand or is that just Photoshop?” she asked, waving the flyer at him. Isagani chuckled. “It’s not exactly pink—more of a blush, especially during sunset. But I can take you there if you want to see it for yourself.” Alianna grinned. “Noted. I'm holding you to that.” Meanwhile, Tammarah walked on his other side, eyes subtly scanning him. She leaned in a little, always the sly one.

he paused, picking up the ruby and the wine swatches, holding them up against the charcoal. "The contrast. I want these deep reds tae feel like blood on fresh snow, or a sunset fightin' its way through thick clouds. It adds drama without shoutin'." Knox set the reds down and moved to the greens. "Ocean and Aegean? Aye. They anchor the whole collection. Feels earthy, like the landscape's stitched right intae the clothes." “I think I prefer the brick red and mulberry,” Harper said examining the colours. “They stand out but they are not just one colour. Makes you think, look closer to see which colour it really is.” He stopped mid-sentence; his finger poised over the Aegean swatch. He slowly tu

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

The lantern cast her shadow long and warped against the wall, stretching her thinner than she really was. There was something on the table. She hadn’t left it there. Ben felt the spike of fear the moment her eyes landed on it. A ribbon. It lay coiled neatly beside the lamp, pale blue, clean and new. Completely out of place in the modest, worn-down room. Her breath hitched as she reached for it, fingers hovering just above the fabric. She hadn’t owned anything like this. Her chest tightened. She picked it up, the silk cool and unfamiliar against her skin. It smelled faintly of something sharp and foreign, like leather and smoke.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..