Emerald Green Movie Novels & Stories

▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬ "Keep the change," Emerald said to the cab driver as she zipped her purse. The middle aged man passed her a gentle smile before she opened the door and stepped out. She breathed in the clear morning air as she looked up at her building with a satisfied smile, her bright green eyes having a familiar glint. Passersby couldn't help but look at the beauty in the red dress. She wore black rimmed glasses, which sat elegantly on the bridge of her nose.

He looked at me rather puzzled and like I was crazy. "Do you know how much these snacks would cost me in the theater? They're way too expensive." "Well you do have a point" "Now, come and help me tape all of these in place." He said giving me the tape. I started to pass the tape all around his waist until I thought it was secured enough. I lifted my head to tell him I was done, only to be interrupted with a pair of piercing emerald green eyes. I stayed there, hypnotized by his hypnotic gaze. His eyes were truly amazing, so impossibly green. But not just any green, a deep royal green, an emerald color that could even compete with the precious jewel. Every time I look at his eyes, a pleasant s

The emerald silk clung to Isabella's frame like a second skin, the fabric cool against her nervous fingers as she smoothed it down one more time. She'd chosen green deliberately—Damien's favorite color, though he'd never actually told her that. She'd learned it by watching him over five years of marriage, noticed how his eyes lingered on emerald cufflinks, how he always ordered mojitos with extra mint, how the leather chair in his study was that exact shade of deep forest green.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

"To throw this away." He turned abruptly. "We are done here. Lucas is waiting with the car. We have a dress to buy." The rest of the day was a blur of high-end boutiques where the assistants didn't ask prices and offered champagne that Emily politely declined. Ethan would walk into a store, point at three or four gowns, order Emily to try them on, and then swipe a black card without looking at the total. But it was the final dress that changed everything. It was emerald green, a deep, shimmering forest hue that brought out the flecks of green in Emily’s hazel eyes. It was silk, strapless, with a slit that went dangerously high up her thigh, and a corset bodice that snatched her waist.

The ballroom was a sea of shimmering silk and low, quiet murmurs. Thousands of crystals in the chandeliers caught the light, but the heaviest thing in the room was resting right against my neck. The "Cursed" Emerald felt unnaturally cold. It was a dark, deep green that seemed to drink in the light rather than reflect it. Every time I passed a mirror, I caught a look at myself. I looked powerful, but I felt like I was standing on a trapdoor.

"Hello, Daniel. I know you must be super busy. I want to ask you out. Can you? Sure, I'll be there. I'm Emerald, by the way." I smiled and held the cellphone—exit one charge hole and into the other crocodile cage. I entered the room and saw that Edmund was still sipping the drink. I looked at him sharply. You watch! You will bend your knees to me. The mission begins, Em! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

I looked at him, not knowing everyone in the conference room had their eyes on me. "We want to know what your suggestion on the next color to be chosen for the upcoming fashion week." "Ohh," I brought my eyes to the screen for the first time since I sat down. "Can you show me the ones available." "Alright, Mr Gray. Four colors were picked which are Champagne gold, Sapphire blue, Rose quartz and Emerald green." He said as he went through each slides. The last being emerald green reminded me of Eve. I could see her pretty eyes on the screen...her on that emerald colored dress I got for her...that emerald neck piece I gifted her on our first dinner... Damn! A strong wave of warmth and sadness f

Later Emerald stirred up, Feeling lethargic, she sluggishly took a shower. She went down once she got dressed. Emerald sat on the chair on the right side of Clayton. She transfixed her eyes on the smoothie in front of her, unwilling to look at the man. She only took a sip of her green smoothie and rose to her feet. “Aren’t you going to finish your smoothie?” Clayton asked anxiously as he had noticed that she had lost weight. “I have no appetite and besides are we not in a hurry? We're going to the hospital, aren't we?” Emerald marched out after she had spoken.

I hear Nate say. I turn around, and Emerald is standing there in a pair of bark brown cargo shorts and an off-the-shoulder plaid shirt. She is placing her hair up into a messy bun. She is not wearing makeup which is fine with me. She doesn’t need it. The shirt has green in it, so it makes her gorgeous eyes pop. It may be storming outside, but it is still summer and humid out. “Ok, you two the bathroom is all yours.” She says.