I Purple You Means Novels & Stories

Just as I made it to the other side of the street, the rain stopped, and Monique headed into a dive called The Purple Diamond. She could have picked any one of the thirty or forty bars that lined this particular strip, but she picked the one with the loudest music and the rowdiest crowd. I knew right away that I wouldn't be able to get any audio, but I could at least get some video and some quality images.

I too also wish I had such powers but I don't think I wanted them anymore since I didn't want to get involved with her. “Good thing is the whole palace avoids her like a plague, there is no way she can get in here and go scot free.” She smacked her lips. “That's a good development.” I said with a nod and then proceeded to discuss different topics with her. When we got exhausted, she suggested I go clean up so I would have my breakfast and I obliged since I was starving. “Purple means royalty, you need to be cladded in purple clothing today because you're the one and only true Luna of the Moonlight Pack.” Lilian said, showing off a new piece of clothing that I haven't seen before.

I paused the music and stood up, facing her. My eyes glinted with admiration for the young lady. I smiled as I took a mental note of her outfit. As usual, she was dressed in purple. Her love for purple right from her childhood days was so obvious. She had her closet filled with purple items ranging from wigs to shoes, to clothes, to jewelry and other fashion accessories. Her room was aesthetically painted in purple. Her room was decorated with different shades of purple and lilac. I have never seen anyone so obsessed with the colour purple like Kimberly White. Everyone knew her as Purple. The nickname had stuck to her since her childhood days.

They were purple! The exact shade of purple I had seen once before in a dream! Abigail's dream! The darkness! It was here!

she says, making her eyes turn yellow. I laugh. “My eyes are brown all the time, but once I get my wolf, they will turn black when I am in love,” I tell her. She giggles. “I need to find out what purple means. Tell me if they do it again.” I nod and we go back to staring into each other eyes. I can’t help but brush her cheek with my hand. As I touch her cheek, her eyes turn back purple. I bite my lip, understanding the purple.

Blue represents fatal sickness or an urgent mental problem. When you’re sad to the point you can’t heal, mainly for witches, the smoke turns white. Purple is jealousy or purposely destroying one's own self. Betrayal, evil and all things bad are black. Grey and silver means you’re at peace with yourself, content.” She paused, turning around to put out the herb. She then looked at Estelle, staring deep in her eyes, as if trying to read her. “Red means losing hope. And orange... orange is fear.” Estelle felt nervous. She didn’t know there were such things that could detect what a person is feeling. Tyler seldom speaks about life outside of what she knows so her knowledge is limited.

"You know my favourite colour." "You make it very obvious." I said, gesturing to her entire form, and she rolled her eyes. "It is mine too." She turned to me sharply, gaze narrowing. "Since when?" "Since I met you." "That does not make any sense." I shrugged. "Any time I see the colour purple, I remember you. So yes, it is my favorite colour now." A strangled gasp escaped her lips. Then she rolled her eyes again. "Turn around, I want to dress up."

While this was happening, King Marcellus was drowning deeper and deeper into the bizarre purple world. "You know what, King Marcellus, you don't have to make yourself suffer from your own idiocy. I know what you're up to," Purple Smoke said in her sweetest voice and pretended like she waa brushing off the small hairs fallen unto King Marcellus' eyes in a flirtatious way. "And I will give it to you." After she said this, King Marcellus didn't notice that his eyes had gone purple, the same as Purple Smoke's. Seeing this, Purple Smoke flashed a goofy grin on her cherry red lips.

I will prove to you that I am not useless, worthless, and a weakling ' " That's the way to go girl. Let's get you dressed for the party." Uriel says pointing to the two dresses sitting on the table. " Red color symbolizes fierceness. Tonight, you will grace that party with the looks of a Queen because that is what you are, a queen." One hour later, Uriel and I made our way downstairs to find my parents waiting for us with Ethan in my mother's arms. The gasps that escaped their mouths did not go unheard.

I drive excitedly back to the house and ring the doorbell to find Jas and Nathan debating on whether or not primrose is considered purple. “Is this a bad time?” I ask awkwardly as I stand between the two in the living room. “No, your timing is perfect. I’m working on a new collection for winter and I mentioned primrose because it’s a purple color and Nathan here, seems to think it’s not purple. He says it’s yellow.” Jas scolds. “That’s because it is!”