Dark Purple Aesthetic Novels & Stories

❦•: ZARA :•❦ His eyes were the colour of a storm cloud. A very dark and angry storm cloud. They were the most beautiful shade of dark grey I’d ever seen. Dark and piercing, like they could see through your soul. The subtle glow caught in his eyes gave depth to those beautiful charcoal grey, stealing every single breath from deep within my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t look away.

It had this purple-red like tint to it, as if the hues had darkened just to make sure every eye could see. Audrey was fascinated by their color, how it seemed to grab her attention and look so sinfully mouthwatering against his skin. Hiding them would definitely not work, assuming Darius would even try. She knew he would unapologetically wear and flaunt the marks around his neck for all eyes to see, but the thought alone brought more color to Audrey's cheeks and made her flustered. If anyone saw the marks they would know what happened yesterday that is if of course her screams didn't inform them first. She'd just like to believe no one heard them. "Why are they so... dark?" She questions, he

That was why I gave him the most comfortable position I could think of. As I dip my brush into the vibrant colours on my palette, I steal glances at Adrian. He is a vision of masculinity, his chiselled chest and arms on full display as he sits shirtless in the comfortable position I arranged for him. His brown hair is mussed, and his brown eyes sparkle with a hint of amusement as he watches me work. He will be a fucking celebrity if he decides to go into modelling. I can’t help but wonder why he hasn’t thought of doing that before.

I felt him pulling out making me feel empty. I closed my eyes when I felt his cum on my back and thighs. It's like he is marking me. He removed his hand from my waist and rested on both sides, caging me between him. I lifted my tired body up and turned around to look at him into the eyes. "I love the way my cum drips from your thighs..." His hands Tangled in my hair again as he focused on my neck again. He never leaves my neck alone, it has so many dark spots which I can't even hide with make up.

Arc 28: Deep End The pool is private. Heated. Lit from below, that specific blue-green glow that turns everything underwater into something else entirely. It's midnight and the resort is quiet and I've been in this water for twenty minutes doing things that have nothing to do with swimming. My bikini bottom is pushed to the side. My fingers are working slow circles on my clit and my head is tipped back against the pool edge and my lips are parted and I am completely, selfishly absorbed in my own pleasure in a pool I thought was empty.

Lina looked at him irritatingly and her desire to break those bones ignite Seeing his sister struggle, Christian ask what he can do in this situation “I told you, just touch the dark souls and done! The old shaman gifted you a soul purification and you’re wasting it!” with watery eyes the boy asked, “Can I really do it?” “On the second thought, wait and just let that impostora die” Christian tried to touch the dark smoke and concluded that what Lorey said is a scam “Liar!”

I could feel the heat pulsing through his body. "Please… let… me… go," the other man wheezed, trying to claw at my savior’s arm while weakly slapping his chest. What troubled me more than the fact that this muscular guy could easily snap the jerk’s wrist was how captivated I was by his beauty. It felt strange to call a man beautiful, but he definitely was. And unless I was mistaken, his eyes were a vibrant purple. Not a soft lavender or a blue with hints of plum—this was a passionate, intense purple. They seemed too striking to be natural, yet somehow, I knew they were.

“Hope you would not mind me calling you by your she-wolf's name.” My jaws came apart, particularly on how he knew about that piece of information. I swallowed hard. “Yes, Lord Zarek. You can call me that.” As opposed to the White-silvery hair of Lord Korran, Lord Zarek had short red hair with stunning blue eyes. Warm and deeply inviting. “Well, since you're already here, Astari, you might as well begin your duties,” he said. “Dress up my inner chamber,” he commanded. “Yes, my Lord,” I responded.

“What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dar

Lijn implored her Mate , who pulled her by the hand forcefully toward him, gently thumping his chest. " Don't interfere, Ardina." I looked at him angrily. What does he think? Does he see her weak or what just because she can't transform? She pushed him stubbornly, "I'll interfere." Darkle's Mate smiled, advancing toward her, and immediately Zayn put it in front of his back, afraid of getting hurt “ What a weakness.” Nya, with long black curly hair, provoked her, unworthy of an old woman like her, right? But her slim, very white body, the beauty of her features, not a single gray hair, and those green eyes reflect her age.