Different Shades Novels & Stories

Tristan was standing at the front of the room, one hand on the remote, the other gesturing toward the screen as he clicked through slides. “The Monet shades will anchor the main trio,” he said, his tone crisp, focused. “Think soft sky blues, rose-mauves, lilacs. We’re aiming for airy, romantic, but not washed out. That balance between softness and saturation is the hardest part.” “Do we have pigment tests on those?” one of the assistants asked. “Still waiting on final texture samples,” Tristan replied. “But the lab's confident in the payoff. We’re blending satin and matte finishes, something more buildable than shimmer-heavy collections we’ve done in the past.”

I adored him in every kind of suit, but, for some reason, his sexiness reached a whole new level when he wore any shade of blue. "Blue." Voicing that one word again filled my whole body with strange agitation. "Oh, that's perfect!" Veronica exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "We have a perfect design for decorations with light-blue and—" "No. " I shook my head with confidence. "It cannot be light-blue. The shade must be darker, like cobalt blue, navy blue, or... indigo blue. "

Even though I didn't like the gay designer, he was crowned the best in the whole of Paris and Heaven deserved only the best so I'd been working with him for hours. He came back with three shades of pink and I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes. Did he expect me to choose one? They were practically the same thing. “Well? What do you think?” he asked. “I think they're pink,” I replied with a snort. With an offended gasp, Gabriel said adamantly. “They are not just pink. This is coral pink, rose pink, and baby pink.” He gestured to each shade. “Make me a room my wife will adore, I don't care about what you call the color.” Then, I left the room.

I pointed out, pushing the tablet gently back to him. “Is that so?” He said, meeting my eyes. I was fuming with anger, but I tried to calm myself. I will not cry in front of him, especially when Blake is not doing anything except banging the table. “You are only seeing pink in the design, but you seemed to forget there are fifty shades of pink.” I stood up. “Pink lace, piggy pink, baby pink, cherry blossom pink... Do I need to continue?” I asked. He scoffed. “And your point?”

Zain sat beside her, glancing at the color palette. He had a rough idea about caramel color. But he couldn’t really tell the difference. It wasn’t that different from brown. Just like her lipstick color. He didn’t understand why one red could have so many shades. But he didn’t say it out loud. That would definitely be a sensitive topic. “Dye mine that color too.” Janine looked over and laughed mercilessly. “You?” Zain checked himself in the mirror. He felt that there was nothing wrong with his hair. His hair was just a little shorter than hers.

"I was saying that I think the colour scheme should be gold and black. Classic with a twist. We don't want white or silver because obviously we want to save those colours for the wedding. What do you think?" Dasha's long, beautifully lacquered magenta nails flashed as she fanned out an impressive spread of colour samples across the coffee table in front of them. Shaun had managed to live 34 years without knowing that there were so many different shades of gold. "Uhhh, that one." She pointed at one of them.

That red, once so radiant, now carries the undertones of danger, a warning masked by the allure of its intensity. In contrast, Shane, the vivacious lavender, has consistently unfolded in my life like an enchanting blossom, infusing every moment with a lively fragrance. It's not merely a color; it's a symphony of soothing notes, a gentle melody that resonates with the serenity of a lavender field in full bloom. Shane's presence has been a vibrant brushstroke, painting my world with hues of calmness and joy.

She's crazy, that is all I have to say. "You, flower girl" I stand straight and look at her attentively, she shows me a shade card of different nail paint options, "which shade of black do you suggest I go with?" She asks pointing to a specific shade card that was filled with different options of the color black. How on earth does black has so many shades?

Jon snorted in amusement. That little conversation on colors paved the way to small chatter. Mostly on the superior color. "Purple is better. You can see purple." Jon pointed out, firm on his stance. "Elaine would agree." Wild gave a wolfish grin. "I can hardly see purple. It's more blue than purple." He retorted to Jon. "But you still see it, that's the point." Wild's tail thumped against the dashboard and the door as he fully faced his "opponent". "Blue still overshadows purple. Therefore, blue is still superior." Jon smiled back. "Fine, what about shades. Can you see shades?" Wild nodded immediately. "Black, white, grey, the whole shady spectrum." Jon raised a brow. "Really? Great! Black

“Not good that he wants to strangle you. Just… good to know. I wasn’t sure if you were like… best friends or partners or… I don’t know.” Domenico’s lips twitched upward again. “Brothers. For better or worse.” I nodded, feeling braver now that I hadn’t been kicked out or glared at yet. And because my mouth clearly had a death wish, the second question tumbled out before I could stop it. “And… why do you always wear shades? Even inside?” Another beat of silence. Longer this time. Heavy enough to make my stomach twist a little. Domenico’s fingers stilled against the counter.