Novel & Cerita Green Ribbon

I shout and she replies with an okay. The cool crisp autumn breeze blows gently in my hair as I take in the woody scent of trees that stand tall in the vast park. The sun is still setting and a mix of purple, pink, and blue paints across the sky, like fireworks that remain frozen in the air. A few people walk by us enjoying their evening stroll while I listen to Aaliyah talking about Alexander Adair. "Will it be weird?" Aaliyah asks wrapping her scarf tightly around her neck. "What will be weird?" I ask breathing in the cool air.

I wasn’t in the habit of damaging things I meant to use. “You… burned,” she said after a moment, voice small. She glanced at my hand like it offended her. “When you touched it.” I turned my palm over, flexing my fingers. A faint, angry red circle still lingered where the symbol had seared my skin. Not a normal burn. No blister, no broken flesh. Just a mark, like the ghost of a brand that didn’t belong to me. “It’s nothing,” I said. It wasn’t nothing. Across from us, in the front passenger seat, Rian twisted slightly to look back. Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying.

A gold clutch in her hand complemented her look, tying together the color coordination effortlessly. Stella, known for her artistic flair, wore a gown that seemed to blend gold and sage green in a mesmerizing dance. The ombre effect created a unique gradient, as if the two colors were merging in harmony. The gown's intricate details echoed Stella's eye for intricacy, showcasing her creative soul in every stitch. Their friends, in a beautiful display of solidarity, wore dresses that alternated between gold and sage green. The variations in neckline, length, and design allowed each woman to express her individuality, while the shared color palette bound them together in a tapestry of friendshi

We walk around for so long that for a moment l feel we are going in circles but Elsa claim to be the right track. I do not know how she was doing it because everything looked the same to me, dead brown-black trees all the way but she keeps insisting we are on the right way and before long we find the spot. We jog the rest of the way and once we get there, I get down to business.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

I looked away to hide my flushing face. "Oh my! Why are you blushing? Did something happen?" she teased. I gasped sharply and faced her. "What are you talking about? Quit it. Let's just focus on our task." Her eyes squinted but shortly, she grinned at me. "But you kissed already, right?" she added. I rolled my eyes at her and she let out a laugh. ***** NEREZA CALLED FOR us to help her pick some herbs in the greenhouse. She said it's for the medicine she's trying to create.

Red, the final book in the color series. Following the events of Book 1, Green had completely changed into a different person. She was no longer a vampire but a being who had the blood of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and Dragons. The powers she had obtained coupled with the loss of her mate and the anxieties of being a mother to destined twins was enough to make her twisted. On one hand, she dearly craved revenge for her mate and on the other, she wanted to be a good mother.

Earth introduced himself mischievously. “Very well then. I, Sky Peterson, am of the age of 18, born on July 23 the year of the water horse.” Sky introduced proudly. “To symbolize this friendship. I offer this Ribbon to Earth Anderson. The color green is my favorite. Green represents life, growth, harmony, safety, and success.” then sky made a suggestive gesture for Earth to follow his lead. Earth obediently followed and picked a ribbon and thought to himself. “ Isn’t this too formal for a friendship? It feels like we are getting married by promising heaven and earth our vows.”

“White represents sincerity and a fresh beginning. Perfect for a new promise.” Clara smiled, clearly pleased. “I love the meaning.” “For the outer frame,” Auri went on, sketching the final details of greenery, “I’ll use dark green ruscus to keep the shape structured. Not too wild. For a proposal, we want the arrangement to feel stable. Intentional.” Her pencil moved with quiet confidence, each line thoughtful, each flower chosen not only for its beauty, but for the story it would tell. Gia, standing beside her, leaned closer to study the sketch. “What about the ribbon?”

One Year Later The Bloodwood had grown green again. No longer called The Bloodwood, it was renamed The Greenwood. In the soft light of dusk, its leaves shimmered faintly silver, catching the last breath of the moon. Where once the ground burned red, wildflowers now tangled through soft moss. The air was warm, sweet with the scent of pine and rain. Lira adjusted the crown of pale blossoms in her hair, laughing as Eastin fumbled beside her. His fingers, steady in battle, were hopeless with ribbon.