Different Shades Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Lindsey raised her chin and took the first step walking away but stopped at Sharon's words. "Nice dress, it's a limited edition dress and it looks good on you" Sharon paused. "Mind if I take some pictures?" She asked and before Lindsey could say a word Sharon already took two good shoots. "Nice catch," she said looking at the pictures she took. She looked up and meet Lindsey's eyes on her, she could tell she was angry judging from how she was staring at her but she didn't care. She smiled at her before walking away. "This is going to be interesting" Sharon muttered as she walked over to the other side to join the other reporters.

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM| Full summary. Awdhesh. Radhika. Uzair. Three different lives entangled amid friendship, danger and chaos. Would your obsession with someone make you cross all the moral limits to just have your urges satisfied by getting them in your clutches like a caged bird in control of your palms? Can a person become someone's obsession to the point of losing sanity?

“Or yours?” The table felt even smaller. Their knees were pressed together under the cloth now. Solid. Warm. She didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. Every time one of them shifted, the contact sent little sparks straight between her legs. Her nipples were tight against the blue dress. She felt exposed. Stupidly turned on by a conversation. “Mine,” she said finally. “Mostly.” He nodded. Didn’t push. But twenty minutes later, while they were talking about buildings and how some spaces just felt right, he circled back. “What would have to be different? For you to want a second date.”

“Definitely. I got it in an ashy blue shade.” “Oh, that's really nice. Have they already sent it to the car? Yeah, but I took a picture.” “Ma'am? Why don't you…” Easton glared at her. “What's with that hideous color? How do you even have a shade like that in a store?” “I-It’s…” “And to think I even saw this shade as a stroller,” he continued. “Really?” I wasn't even sure what colors mixed to give the color I was staring at. Was she aware that we were shopping for items for babies?

Very grand and luxurious. His own house was average but colourful. The large living area was painted a natural color of grey and brown, but there were other colorful accents to it. Like the green plants at every corner. The bold orange color of his sofa. The rectangular yellow TV console and his center coffee table, made of pebbles, different colors of blue, red, green translucent pebbles. Pictures of different colorful birds hung on the walls. From Peacocks, Rainbow Lorikeet, Lilac roller to butterflies...of every shape and size.

the manager said. Aviannah took a deep breath before nodding and standing up from her seat. “Sure. The theme revolves around urban elegance—modern and sophisticated, but still warm and relatable. I prepared three variations for the color story.” The slide changed on the screen. “Option A leans toward muted grays with deep crimson accents. It gives off a strong and polished feel. Option B is softer, combining beige tones with teal highlights for a more relaxed and refined look,” Aviannah continued.

Jaiden smiles, "If you say so. I want to get your opinion on something, while I have you here." I nod as I watch Jaiden get her purse from the countertop, pulling out a few pieces of fabric. "I'm working on an upcoming project," She lays out the fabric on the table, "And I think I want to do these two colors with this texture here. What do you think?" I take a look at the colors, seeing a light yellow and blue situated between a small bubble pattern. "What is the project for?" I ask. "What do you mean?" She asks, taking a seat beside me again.