Different Shades Novels & Stories

I get up and yawn wildly while looking out of the windowpane. I walk to the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee, turn on the TV and switch to the news. Sipping on the delicious coffee that boosts my batteries for the day. I got to the bathroom and had a cold shower and dressed into my favorite suit before leaving for the meeting. 7 years, a long time have covered since Grandpa left us but how can i forget the legacy we the Ashfords’ have followed.

“As in misplaced, or as in someone took them?” I looked away briefly. “I don’t know,” I muttered. She studied me for a second longer, like she wanted to dig deeper, but then her eyes suddenly lit up again with mischief. “Still,” she said, leaning closer once more, “that’s not the only thing.” I frowned. “What are you talking about?” She smirked. “You,” she said, poking my chest lightly, “look different.” “I just told you, it’s the glasses.” “No,” she shook her head, her grin widening, “it’s not that.”

Rain beat against the glass like it wanted to break in. Cassandra moved first. Her high heels clicked on the marble floor. At twenty-four, she was a force of nature. Her full breasts strained against her tight black designer dress while her wide hips swayed with every step. She grabbed the emergency flashlight from the counter and turned it on. The bright beam illuminated the room and landed straight on Becky.

The rug was replaced with a replica, and the scent no longer smells of copper mixed with jasmine. “You should probably slow down,” Finn crosses his arms over his chest, nodding towards the bottle. “It’s been a long day, and it’ll be a longer tomorrow if you don’t.” I stare into the vibrant green of Finn’s eyes, picking out the three different shades that make up his irises. The deepest shade is similar to the needles of a Douglas-fir. The mid-colored shade is similar to the whisps on a Western redcedar. And the lighter, most dominant shade like the leaves on a Bleeding heart.

“That’s not a color. It’s a shade.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine, Mr. Technical.” He tilted his head. “What about you?” “Purple,” I answered easily. “I love all shades of it, but especially dark purple.” Kai nodded, like he was storing that information away somewhere in his mind. “My turn,” he said, shifting slightly so he was facing me more. His silver eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, and for some reason, it made my stomach flip. I swallowed, trying to act normal. “Go ahead.”

It always cheered me up to gaze at it on a bad day. "Well it's a autumn wedding." He said to me, "Screw the season, what colors do you want?" "Purple and either green or yellow." He enquired, "What shade?" "A darker purple and a solid yellow or a light green." "What if we carried out all three? We can use green and yellow as accent colors with purple as the primary color." "Will that even look good?" I inquired "Depends on the shades but yellow and green can be similar."

"You saw those shadows, right? Those are from you. You are supernatural, just like the man you encountered earlier in the marketplace." "No. I must be dreaming, right? I am still trapped in that dream with the shadows. I just need to wake up completely—" "Ah, right, the dream. Everything you saw there is the reality, everything really happened. It is proof that your ability has been activated. Those shadows were your eyes. What you underwent during those two weeks of unconsciousness is the process called shading. The shading usually lasts for months but your record shocked us. The shading allows your body to completely integrate your ability called Nyx and for you to overcome it in less than

Lucy took out the keys from her pocket and locked the door from outside. She went downstairs and informed the other two about the success of the plan. On the other hand, Anton and Alina were oblivious to the situation. "Place the paints and brushes on that small table. " Alina instructed Anton, who was looking puzzled about finding the right spot for paints. "There are so many shades of a single color. How do you even differentiate and decide which shade to use? If I were at your place, I would be hella confused ." He chuckled. "Glad to hear that at least you are aware that they are different shades. At least you noticed the slight difference. Some people thin

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

To my pleasure. The creatures I went through were made of all the shades of the color palette in the human world, and sprinkled with other shades that I never even thought were possible to exist. From a deep cyan in what should be the skin tone of some, to a magenta to hurt the sights on the hair and exquisite clothes of others.