Dark Purple Aesthetic Novels & Stories

As already indicated. He let out a breath. "Well. I dyed it when I was really little, and we do have some form of dye in my parents' kingdom that isn't very safe. The color was used on my hair multiple times, and it's a special, one-of-a-kind dye. Unfortunately, I decided to use the dye that I found in my mother's chamber, which was not the original of my dye. The purple color that remained was more like a permanent pigment, and it had been in my hair for a long time." Mister Attractive said while glancing at my reflection in the dressing mirror as he watched me style his wig hair. "It looks good on you." As I continued to dress Arthur's wig hair, I congratulated him.

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

I asked. She waved me off. Something didn't feel right. I focused. The purple smoke of Karma's magic choked the air. The entire bar was clouded in it so thick I could barely see the people through it. I pushed through the couples. Each one was wrapped in a sharp tendril of purple linking the two together. At the center of the floor in a gold and purple throne sat the Force of Nature herself. She had her long brown legs over the side. Her purple dress draped gracefully around them.

They are blinded by emotions that I had successfully kept away from me. If humans were made from a color. Maybe wine which was a darker shade of red itself, then I was made from an even darker shade and the darkness that I had embraced for years had now become a part of me that would never fade. I was dark… I was Black… in fact. “You seem as pale as a half-dead to me, Ama. I can't even see that dark shade of red and shouldn't that be noticeable since you claim to be so dark-”

God, she looked like a Victorian lady, so elegant and, bloody hell, like a very precious ornament that he couldn’t afford to touch. Today she had her long, ash brown curls loosely braided and resting over one shoulder. As he came closer, he noticed that today her eyes were two different colors again. Her left eye was an azure-blue color, bright and shinning just like the clear blue sky above New York City on this very fine spring day. Her right eye, on the other hand, was the color of the moon on a stormy night, a mauve-gray color that he’d never seen before on any person. No, he was lying there. He had actually seen that very same odd color on one particular person. He was the young, famous

The walls were a deep charcoal, almost black, and the floors of polished concrete gleamed underfoot, cold and sleek. Filled with dark aesthetic art pictures on the shinny walls. The living room sprawled out with endless floor space, its minimalist furnishings in deep shades of gray, black, and silver. A low, angular couch rested atop a dark rug, its texture so luxurious that it felt like velvet beneath her feet.

The sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I savor the flavor. Azrael nods with unbridled enthusiasm, his extraordinary ombré eyes flashing with joy. His eyes, a striking feature he shares with his sister Astria, are truly one-of-a-kind. The ombré effect creates a mesmerizing gradient as if the colors are bending and adapting to the surrounding light.

Mystery woman was beautiful in the way that models and erotic androids were; more sexy than pretty, but beautiful none the less. Her jet black hair was shoulder length and layered perfectly. She parted in just slightly off from the center and let it frame her beautiful face. Flawless features looked back at me with a smile that oozed with sensuality. In the dark, I couldn't make out the color of her eyes, but I guessed that they were brown. I imagined a hazel, but that was only because I couldn't picture anything less. Average brown wouldn't have matched the rest of her beauty. "Mind if I sit here, stranger?" She said, even though she already knew the answer.

Asher admired how this floor seemed like a completely different world from the club down below. The Golden walls around them sported fancy faux oil lamps that gave the hall a calming glow. The carpets below their feet were blood red with golden accents and the doors to either of their sides were simple wood with golden overlay and gold metal plates displaying room numbers. Anyone with eyes could easily understand the higher the floors the more important the people were. Room 1510 appeared just to Ashers right. Taking a deep breath he motioned for David to knock, feeling it would be rude to just enter. Nodding David balled his fist and connected it with the door.

“Initiate the ritual. Paint me.” He stroked his arousal, and I shook my head, marveling at his absolute lack of restraint. I thrived on his brash, territorial nature. “I desire deep indigos, forest greens, perhaps some violets and a trace of teal.” I playfully arched my back, elevating my hips to tease him, savoring the sharp intake of his breath as I showcased myself. His low, primal growl as I unclipped my bra—letting my breasts sway while I hunted through the crate of colors—made me tremble with anticipation. I seized the indigo pigment and a fine brush, dipping it before turning to trace the ridged topography of his abdominal muscles.