Different Shades Novels & Stories

Victor offered to help, but the last thing I wanted was Victor here helping plan my wedding to Micah. “I swear to god,” I muttered, staring at the laptop screen like it had personally insulted me. “If I have to pick one more shade of off-white, I’m going to light the whole color wheel on fire.” Kathryn peeked over my shoulder from the couch, chewing a Twizzler. “Aren’t those just white?” “No. No, they’re not.” I jabbed the screen. “This is ivory. That’s pearl. That one’s cream. And this one is eggshell. They all have deep emotional meaning, and I have to pick one for the napkins.”

Maybe I shouldn't have told her I'm the reason her mum missed their bedtime last night. “You want the shade to match hers exactly right?” I’ve never dyed my hair before, but I nod and the hair stylist gets to work. Maya sits on a revolving chair like mine and busies herself with trying to make it swing around. Her short, legs kick the air, her uniform looks cute on her, and her hair…. is the same unique shade of brown as her mum’s, but her father’s genes seem to have affected the hue they’ve taken on. Maya’s shade of brown is darker, and while Scarlett’s dye is yet to wear out completely on hers, we could see the difference from the roots.

Ibhaan’s Head: Arin has developed an obsession with lavender, jasmine, and orchids recently. She has grown a bit bolder and more aggressive. Almost all of her products—from shampoo, to shower gel, and bathrobes—every single merchandise have a shade of variety. There are twelve shades of nail paints all lavenders amongst the pool of many. Her cosmetic collection is ready to give others Luna’s complex. I don’t have the heart to walk in her closet. I prefer the wardrobe collection to remain a mystery.

"Trust me, I love being sick, I love being frozen, ice, frosty, I love this new me and you are going to have a taste of it" "Okay, that's enough" Damien stood and grabbed her wrist and pulled her back but Mystique pouted, the harshness and frosty look disappeared from her eyes instantly. "But babe, I haven't even started yet. It's not fun" She pouted cutely, Damien couldn't look away, wondering if it was the same person. "No, you had enough fun," Damien said dismissingly. Mystique sighed defeated. "Fine, just a mood killer. But can I come back later" She smiled brightly, just like the old Mystique but different, this Mystique was darker and manipulative?

Horizon Cole's Point of View: I applied my usual light make-up on, but still with subtle colors that were enough to accentuate my natural skin tone. I was not preferred to have a heavy one, since I did not have a night party to attend. The lighter shade of concealer that match my skin tone was the usual concealer I used to make it more looked natural. Then, a light brown shade of eyeshadow, a bit of eyeliner, and mascara. I was thinking of the shade of lipstick that will match my outfit for this day, but end up using my go-to peachy-natural-looking matte lipstick shade with a darker shade of red on my inner-lower lip.

The driver then activated the scanner of the carriage and extracted some energy from him. There were levels in terms of shadows and with each upgrade, it acquires a color. There’s a shade of pebble-black, midnight-black, sable-black, and obsidian-black, respectively. Each level-up means additional thousand to their bank account. The system was pretty tricky. They’re converting a shadow’s energy into currency and using it to acquire basic needs, which was why the levels of shadows increase and decrease day by day. “Happy?” said George after he unsummoned his shadow.

Staring at myself in the shady mirror, I was satisfied and pleased with my new look, it soothed my rage, expressed my emotion, carried my personality in various shades and most of all defined me perfectly! Now it wasn't just my tattoo, it was my HAIR!. The rose tattoo carried or rather held a shade of my personality in the color 'RED', exploring the blood and emotional part of me and most especially the undeniable 'LOVE' which was the main reason I kept running this race in hopes I would reach the finish line soon, my own tracks, my own rules!.

Then he stepped into a shaft of moonlight filtering through a hole in the roof, and my blood went cold. Asher looked like something pulled from a nightmare. Dark veins spiderwebbed across his exposed skin, pulsing with an oily black substance that seemed to move beneath the surface. His eyes—once the same storm-gray as mine—now glowed with a reddish tinge, like embers in a dying fire. The corruption was visible, tangible, radiating off him in waves that made my wolf recoil. "Asher." I kept my voice steady, even as my mind raced. This was worse than I'd imagined. "You wanted to talk. So talk."

Love so very true in reds, that beat within our heart, shadows black take form as hate, which tears the soul apart. Greens of joy and happiness, lush grass beyond compare, sadness, shrouded depths of blue, the waters of despair. Yellow screams of agony and pain which we endure. Guilt and shame are shades of grey, a torrential downpour. Earthy brown desires are that for which we lust, the loss of which comes with age, like chrome begins to rust. The image changing constantly as time plods slowly on,

What could she share of herself? "My favorite color is red," she tried. He blew out a little huff, half frustration, half amusement. "What shade of red? I know you're an artist, so what shade of red?" She considered the question seriously. He was right. There was a multitude of reds, countless subtle changes in the tone of the color. "A red that's somewhere between burgundy and black cherry." It was as close as she could get to describing the shade she meant. "Sounds nice. I like red, too. More like pale pink, like your lips." This last bit was murmured as he slowly lowered his head and kissed her.