Green Group Novels & Stories

Green had inherited his father’s skills and, even at a young age, was already adept at identifying quality wines. Green was also the youngest in their group. His striking turquoise eyes, chiseled jawline, and prominent nose made him irresistible to many women. “Tss! Not your place. Your dad will just rat me out again with those cat-like eyes of his glaring at my parents. I’ll be in trouble again,” Blue grumbled. “Where do you want it?” Green asked. Blue thought for a moment. “I know now.” “Where?” Grey asked excitedly, leaning his face closer to Blue.

Freya’s P.O.V “That’s more than a few green faces.” Alex observed the surrounding table nonchalantly while eating his sandwich. “Definitely more attention that we got before.” “I don’t get why people consider green to be the color of jealousy.” Sarah huffed. “Green is the color of nature. If nature was jealous, then neither humans, nor any other species in the planet would be able to survive.” “Look, I’m not the one who made that connection.” Alex glared at her. “Why don’t you go find the creator and give them your grumpy attitude?”

It was exquisitely captivating— the mesmerizing rich color that resided in his golden eyes. It wasn't just his eyes that were stunning, but also his finely sculptured facial features and statuesque stature of 6'7 (ca. 201 cm). Goodness, why did he have to be so tall? They say green is the strongest color because it symbolizes the arrival of spring after the cold winter days. A particular shade of green resonates with the essence of nature, and in her eyes, he saw the vibrant blades of fresh grass and blooming buds, evoking memories of warm sunshine and fragrant flowers.

Granted, I couldn’t see much – and what I saw wasn’t exactly groundbreaking – but still, it was something more than I’d ever experienced since the first day I had waddled from my crib, taking to my knees as though they were hawk’s wings and soaring across the marble floors, or at least it was told to me that way. There were fields of green and gold waiting beyond the railing of that balcony. Servants worked in those fields, harvesting fruits and wheat and spices like torf; and beyond that, most of the activity was reserved for birds and a few lazy patrols of guards, along with the occasional opportunistic rabbit, or a squirrel.

Rene and I grew up together and we're more sisters than cousins. Back then everyone saw me as the pretty one and Rene as the fun and confident one. Rene's still beautiful though. She has long black hair, full sexy lips, and pretty green eyes, her breasts are rounder and bigger than mine which makes her look even sexier, and she has nice curves. She just has a model-like body. She's also a flirt so I hope she doesn't see Nathan.

Uh, never mind. "Green," I replied tersely. I noticed he didn't respond or even nod; his attention remained fixed on the road as he drove. I rolled my eyes. "Green is my favorite color, Bryle," I repeated, thinking perhaps he hadn't heard me initially. Still, he didn't respond, his focus unwavering from the road, as if he hadn't heard me at all. I was starting to feel a tinge of irritation. "Didn't you hear me? I said green! Matcha, avocado, kiwi, cactus, bamboo, broccoli, watermelon, clover, grass, cucumber, celery, turtle, grasshopper, tree—" He interrupted my tirade.

"It's a Coca-Cola ad, Cale. It's designed to be aggressive." "And the trees," Cale continued, shifting his gaze to the blur of the forest lining the highway. "Green. But not just green. There are variations. Olive. Emerald. A dark, brownish green that looks like decay." "That's called nature." "It is overwhelming," Cale whispered. "The data input. Before, it was just grey shapes. Now, every leaf has a frequency." "Does it hurt?" Elion asked, concern creeping into his voice. "No. It feels... loud. But a good loud. Like an orchestra tuning up."

"Excuse me?" She slowly came forward and I noticed her eyes were a green, almost the same shade as mine. She lifted her hands to her mouth, tears filled her eyes and I noticed she was shaking. I glanced confusedly at Amaya to find her glaring at the small woman in front of us.

I wore a simple black turtleneck, a blazer, and my scuffed boots. I plugged the drive in. My rendering flashed onto the screen. It wasn't glossy. It didn't look like a sci-fi movie. It looked real. "My proposal is The Green Grid," I started, projecting my voice clearly. "An integrated, self-sustaining residential and commercial hub designed for the South Side industrial sectors." I didn't give them a sales pitch. I gave them the raw, undeniable math.

HELEN’S P.O.V. We called it the "Green Peace." For six months, Washington D.C. had been a paradise. A dangerous, overgrown, mosquito-infested paradise, but a paradise nonetheless. The Green Children tended the vertical farms on the skyscrapers. The Peacekeepers now just "The Keepers" cleared the rubble and built aqueducts. We thought we had won. We thought the Architect was the final boss. But nature hates a vacuum. And when you remove the Order... you make room for the