Dark Purple Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She giggled. This bitch! "Yeah... Yeah." An awkward silence passed through. "So which did you pick so I'll get in touch with the designer." "Well, I ended up with the ashes, I mean grey!" "Grey?" Her tone lowered. "That's great. That's a really excellent colour. I mean It doesn't usually scream the usual Steele profound exquisite but it's okay." "O- Kay..." "Yes, it'll look good, I bet. It had a satisfying sharp dullness around it. Magenta, on the other hand, does scream a kind of calm luxury. Unique and unthinkable. Grey would do that too," I could almost see her shrugging as she said that.

He cast one slow, intensely possessive look over my face before he pushed the door open, gesturing for me to enter first. I stepped inside, and my tongue went completely dry. It was a sanctuary of shadows. The room was massive, designed with a heavenly, breathtaking aesthetic, yet everything within it was draped in deep, midnight black. The walls were a matte charcoal that seemed to absorb the light. In the center of the room sat an enormous king-sized bed, draped in silk sheets as dark as an oil slick, flanked by matching obsidian nightstands. Through the sheer floor-to-ceiling glass doors, a sprawling private balcony revealed a stunning infinity pool, its deep-set tiles so black that the w

Because my brain thinks sleep takes me away from my bitter reality even though it is only for some hours. Now I am just a puppet to him. He is pulling the strings and he wants me to dance. I just want to forget everything. I look at myself in mirror to see exactly opposite of what I am now from inside. From outside I look perfect but from inside I am badly broken. Some people came a little while earlier to dress me up and to do makeup. I am wearing a red floor length gown. It is backless and sleeveless. Its neckline is deep and shows cleavage. Too revealing. I have never worn a dress like this.

She mumbled with soft sobs. I sat straight and to calm myself. I dislike when someone who owes me stomped over my ego. "Drink, quick so that we can start our last session!" I told her and she took the wine glass and gulped it straight into her throat. Her face made a sour expression and its looks cute on her. I pour another glass. She took it and drink it. I pour one glass for me too. I felt an intense feeling inside me which I can't control anymore. I saw Austin almost closing her eyes with all the wine she takes. I stood up to call Alex to get rid of the food so that I can start with my evil desire for this young lovely girl.

I stand admiring the finished bar and lounge area from my viewpoint on the stairs with a huge surge of pride swelling inside of me, walking to the deep sunken area and turn in a full circle taking in all the newly designed and staged areas around me. The whole club looks amazing and the black and gold palette with greys and subtle whites make it not only luxurious and nightclub feely but there’s a hint of sexy in all the fixtures and fittings. Low ceilings, soft lighting and plush upholstery.

On Monday, she took pleasure in entering the closet and selecting a beautiful combination of clothes and accessories, applying light but skillful makeup, brushing her hair, and completing the look with jewelry she had designed herself and the company had manufactured. She opted for a high-waisted caramel pencil skirt with a snake-print camisole and a black blazer, shoes matching the skirt, a Prada bag matching the blazer, and gold and onyx earrings and necklace.

her beautiful and delicate voice pulled the Alpha from his head, and he looked at her. Azalea stepped forward when she saw it was Maverick again. She reached up for his face, but he stepped back, not allowing her to touch him. “I can't be with you. I can't be your mate. There's something dark inside me. So dark that I can never let you see. I'm darkness and your light. The two don't mix. That's why I can never be with you,” Maverick said as he took another step backward. Azalea reached out when she saw he was ready to turn and walk away again.

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.

His mansion was huge and beautiful, the aesthetic was mostly in black and gold but it best befits his status. People know him for being dark but from the time we had spent together, I could sense he had another side to him that no one ever noticed. A heart. I mentally expressed my knowledge about him in terms of the aesthetic of his mansion. The black would signify his dark side, the part known to most packs and the gold would signify his heart.

the woman who was attending the clothing store attended Sarah. "Hello, I'm looking for something nice to go to work, I'm an assistant and I'm looking for something formal, but not so much." "Well, look we have these beautiful dresses" the woman showed her some sleeveless dresses made of a beautiful fabric and some pastel shades, that nothing related to the company where she was working, besides the climate of DarkVille would kill her where she wore one of those. "No thanks, I work in DarkVille, you know I wouldn't be able to wear something like that."