Dark Purple Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Skylar "I don't think it's smart to choose this texture, Leila," Violet murmured, pinching the bridge of her nose as she circled her. Leila frowned and eyed the fabric in her hand, making few strands of her curly blonde hair fall over her doll eyes. "I agree. It's a beautiful piece but very heavy to wear," Jasmine added. "I liked the first one," I said, still holding the one we all liked. It was a gradient, starting as a deep purple and fading into a pale pink at the bottom. It would look stunning on her as a full-length dress.

A black maria zoomed along the highway in the late night. It’s noise loud enough to disturb the peace and serenity of the evening. The front and passenger seats were occupied by two policemen who were chatting away, while the back was occupied by criminals who had just received judgment and sat in handcuffs. The air was filled with gloom as none of the criminals made any sound. Each to his own thoughts. “I swear to God, Arsenal has to be the most useless team I have ever seen in my life.” The cop who was driving cursed as his face squeezed in anger.

He was sure the Martellis had forced it on him. Furiously grabbing flame yellow, vibrant blue, and about four other colors, Hades dropped them all his cart. He also picked a silvered lilac shade. If he were choosing based on what the no-fur might like, he would go with that one. It was a fancy brand, easily four times the price of the cheaper, bolder dyes. It wasn't really used by most felines unless they were professional Markers, toms who created body art for a living.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

Her ivory white complexion made it appear like she was born during the winter snow, with added smoothness and delicate pores making it an impression that she was made of a highly-prestige glass which can only be found on rare, high-class boutiques all over the world. Her overall feature made it appear as if was someone you could never afford to buy, yet she has the purest heart made of antique gold. She was a breathtaking scene that will simply give you serene and calmness from within. Her beauty is simply what woman desires and envies to have, while this is something every man could hope and pray for. Just like her lover, who makes it appear like he was so attached to her like a dream come

“That’s fine. Didn’t expect you to answer that one anyway, Mystery Muse. How about this instead: your favorite cake flavor.” “Pass.” “Seriously? Why? It’s just cake. Strawberry, Vanilla, Carrot, Coconut, Chocolate... Okay, fine. How about…favorite color?” That’s harmless enough. “Obsidian black.” He frowns. “Why Obsidian?” “Its beauty can be deceitful. It's easy to trap a soul with a Gematone stone, which is such a beautiful obsidian black relic that people always obsess over.” It’s surprisingly difficult to keep from laughing at the expression that crosses the dragon's face; a mix of taken aback, confusion, amusement, and something like concern.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

“Someone who understands aesthetics.” She blinked. “You?” His grin widened. “Me.” Ashley lifted an eyebrow. “Ace, you can barely color inside the lines.” He leaned in, voice low. “But I can make people want things. That is branding.” “Branding, not manipulation.” “Same toolbox,” he shrugged. “Different paintbrush.” She hated that he had a point. He spun her gently by the shoulders until she faced the burnt wall where her mural used to be. “Picture it,” he murmured behind her. “New mural. High-contrast style. Viper-themed, but not corny. A signature wall people travel to see. Something that screams Ashley.”

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

both tense while the rest of the staff leaves the place. “Dark…” Pit says when we are alone, he smiled at him and pointed to the chair in front of me, he walks slowly and sits down… “I-I'm sorry sir, he called out of nowhere and booked the VIP room, you never said that I couldn't…” I raise my hand to silence her and I look at Nisha, she's really a beautiful girl, her clear eyes fascinate me, her black hair highlights them and the innocence in her gaze catches me, she also has a nice body, no She's like the women I'm used to fucking, she doesn't look like Max's sexy and voluptuous body either, but she definitely has a beautiful body. Completely ignoring the fact that Pit is in front of me and