I Purple You Novels & Stories

purple. “Giovanni,” she looked up at him again to read his expression. “They are- Giovanni, it’s purple. You hate the colour.” “But it’s your favourite colour,” he smiled lightly. “I don’t want you to change anything for me. I don’t want you hating something you clearly love simply because I have a contrary opinion.” “But,” fresh tears welled up her eyes. “The memories it hold. It reminds you of- You-” “You’re right,” he nodded. “The colour purple has always brought memories I wanted to bury deep revisiting.”

pinky asked. "Come with me pinky"he pull her towards the hut. He took her inside the hut that were decorated with flowers,the little hut looks very beautiful. More beautiful,the hut was designed with Pinky's favorite color which is purple and white. "This is beautiful"pinky said, bending over the floor and took some flower into her hands and inhale it. "Wow!"she countinue. "Pinky!"Seth called "Yes" She replied facing him now with a flower in her hand.

The foreign girl had lit up as soon as she looked in the bag and just started cooking, they had all hoped she knew what she was doing. “Sinclair liked the purple one best, he did,” the lad pointed to the tiny flecks of purple on the rind, “stopped his head from pounding he said. He had her put it on all sorts of food and sometimes drink.” Izzy covered her mouth and her eyes widened. Purple. She hadn’t noticed it, but he was right. There were plenty of little purple flecks. She didn’t know many poisons, but purple was likely Aconite. There would be more than enough on that meat to poison the whole room. Maybe even kill them if they ate a lot of it.

But Purple's response was unexpected. "Well, my real name is Joyce," she said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. Maya and Purity turned to her in unison, their eyes wide with surprise. "We know how much you hate telling new people your real name," Maya exclaimed, her voice tinged with amusement. Purple's shrug was nonchalant, her eyes sparkling with humor. "Well, he's not new anymore," she said, her gaze fixed on Neon. Purity shook her head, her eyes rolling in exasperation.

For shame. Pull it together, woman. Christian’s brown eyes locked on mine behind those sexy-ass frames. Then they drifted—slowly, appreciatively—down to my neckline and back up again. I’d dyed the ends of my hair purple for the party and wore a plum-colored dress to match. He slid his fingers into my hair and gave it a gentle tug, leaning in to whisper near my ear. “Purple, huh?” I cleared my throat. “Yup.” “You told me red meant anger. What does purple stand for?”

Purple reminded them. Black looked at the laptop screen. “What, baby girl? Are we fighting?” “Just promise me you’ll flirt only with me. I will win this fight. We are going to win this fight.” “Only you, baby girl. I love you,” Black said. Purple stood up. “Your relationship is something else. Like a ghost. It gives me goosebumps.” Grey and Black laughed. “Purple’s bitter. You should tease Green now,” Grey said. Purple remembered the mark she had seen on Green at Blue’s condo, and she shook her head. “I can’t. Ew.”

I wanted to touch it, but I was afraid I might ruin it, and in my current state, I couldn’t pay for it if I did. "Addi?" I looked up when I saw a familiar face. Purple hair, purple eyelashes, purple lipstick, purple eyeshadow, purple neck chains, purple dress, purple denim blazer, purple five-inch stilettos, and not to mention her purple branded purse, with her gold loops and five shining bracelets. "OMG! I knew it! I knew it was you!" I smiled slightly. "Violet," I greeted her. "I did not expect to see you here!" My smile turned into a grimace. She hasn’t changed.

Dear Jayla Parker, my gorgeous mate, I don't know what purple violets symbolize or what purple stands for in a relationship. All I know is that I thought of you as soon as I set my eyes on these. They are pure, simple yet breathtakingly beautiful like you, my gorgeous mate. I couldn't help but bring these for you. I am too chicken to come directly to you and hand them over, but I hope you like it. Yours truly, Tyler PS: Chase is budging me because I didn't mention him so here it is

"Purple. The start phrases were colored a blood red and the moon is purple " "It's a symbol of Royality."

She was enjoying this. And God help me, that infuriated me even more. She was toying with me, with him. With both of us. And everyone in the goddamn ballroom was watching like it was free theater. When Julian the imp who still hasn't learned to read the fucking room, leaned in to ask her about Paris, our Paris trip next month for investors, something in me snapped. I stepped closer, my mouth brushing Ivy’s ear as I whispered, low enough only she could hear, "Smile for the cameras, Mrs. Calloway."