Heartstopper Colours Novels & Stories

Bradley permitted me to drive his car, even though Ace was adamant about about me driving alone, he thought I couldn't handle it. I was twenty minutes from Blake's office when I pulled up at the stop light on Grace Street. There was a 2008 Mercedes-Benz next to me in the other lane. It was painted in my favourite colour; purple. The rims were coated in gold. A memory came surging in my mind. Badboy2.0 once informed me he purchased a 2008 Mercedes-Benz just for me and that he painted it purple just because it was my favourite colour. There was still a fragment of discomfort in my heart. I now knew we were not meant to be together, but I still wished to have met him at least once.

She giggled. We didn’t chat for long because I needed to get dressed. I told her I’d pick her up at 7 p.m. No sooner had I slipped my phone back into my pocket than I faced Hope and Love again. They were holding up two T-shirts each that I’d bought in New Jersey. Well, they were for them. From the colors, they knew which ones were theirs: black for Love, and red and green for Hope. Hope loves red because he says it’s a happy color. As for me, at my age, I still can’t pinpoint my favorite color. I let them continue rummaging through my suitcase while I moved to my closet to pick out a change of clothes. After a moment, Summer walked into my room.

she continued, and in the darkness behind his eyelids, Colin could see something. A pulsing light, like a dot of yellow and red light. The throbbing of the light matched his heartbeat. He realized that what he saw was the magic imprint of his heart beating. Then, next to it, he saw another small pulsing light. It was pure white, and it pulsated faster than his. It was Adina’s. Then another one appeared, this one red and blue, Sean. And then several more appeared. They spread like roots on a tree. All pulsating at different speeds and each one had a unique colour. Then he saw a small, almost transparent thread connecting most of the dots.

His eyes turned cold again, jaw clenched tight as he averted his gaze, as if fighting back something he wasn’t ready to admit. “Don’t play with me,” he said, voice low and sharp—before walking away, leaving me frozen in place and full of questions. What did he mean by that? Suddenly, my knees gave out. I sank onto the sand, legs tucked beneath me, the wind brushing against my face. I stared blankly at the sunrise, waves echoing gently in the background. The colors of dawn bled across the sky—soft golds, gentle violets, and burning orange. It was beautiful. And yet, I couldn’t feel it.

His movements are measured and graceful, entrancing me. "So, what is your favourite colour?" he turns to face me, our knees bumping each other. My mind can't think straight for a brief second. Cerulean blue, like your eyes. "Umm, it's blush pink. Like peonies." A faint smile tugs on his lips. "And like your hair." "Yes, like my hair," I chuckle and bite my lower lip, still self-conscious of the colours in my hair. I've seen the looks people give me, like I'm such a child, playing dress ups with unicorns.

I noticed that a 'someone' was missing. "Heyya peeps." I greet them. "What are you waiting for? Let's get inside." We all get inside this small room where a guy was sitting behind a desk working on a laptop, Blake saying something to him. "So. Zac is blue, Blake is red, Spencer is green, Cali is aqua, River is yellow and Justin is pink." The guy said, I think he was talking about our colours. "I want blue! Why am I pink?!" Justin complained about his colour.

He asked, sharp and serious but with a glint in his eyes. “Magnifique.” I said, trying to keep my voice under control, but it came out a breathy whisper. The corners of his mouth lifted and his dark eyes smoldered with lust. “And your colors, Apocalypse?” He asked raspy and caressed my cheek with the back of one hand before the other pulled my hair, making me tilt my head back exposing my throat to him. Looking up at the ceiling I answered him. “Green, yellow and red.” My voice sounded thick with wanton desire.

I chew on my lower lip and glances at the monitor: King (orange) Sharpe (purple) Aldair (red) Beckett (blue) Harrington (gold) Blake (silver) Aldair (green) Carver (lime) Dalton (black) Winslow (navy) Fletcher (brown) Sinclair (violet-gray) Ellery (maroon) Vance (cyan) Wright (indigo-red) Danvers (yellow-black) Carstairs (teal) Grayson (olive) Hawthorne (peach) Owsinski (pink)

I looked at him again after stumbling in, pointing at the room to be sure. "Sapphire, this is your room," he chuckled. "Do you like the colours? Sorry, I'm a bit of a fan for different shades of pink and lavender," a bit? "Do you want me to change it? It's okay if you don't like it, I won't judge or scold you. Please, tell me if it's okay. Don't be afraid to tell," my favourite colours are sapphire and yellow—yellow rose and royal rose to be precise. But it didn't mean I was stupid enough to complain. I shook m toy head frantically, hoping he wouldn't see me as ungrateful.

Completing the heart Tristan had accidentally left. I lifted my hand and glanced at the other side, then dipped my thumb again, pressing a second mark into the empty space. I looked up at Samuel, meeting his gaze. “Pick a color,” I said softly. “Finish it.” He didn’t hesitate. Samuel stepped forward, reaching for the yellow, his movements calm and certain as he mirrored what I’d done. His thumb pressed against mine, the colors blending where they met. Yellow and blue blended to green. Complete. I looked down at the frame again, at the two hearts now sitting on either side of it. Then back at both of them.