I Purple You Novels & Stories

"Maybe I'll go with something closer to my natural color. Or something crazy. Like purple." Ward makes a face, and now it's my turn to laugh. "What's wrong with purple?" I ask. "I think I'd look hot with purple hair." "You'd look hot no matter what color your hair is," he agrees. "So if you have your heart set on purple or green or any other color, then go for it." He reaches out and takes my hand. His face is full of adoration, but the longer he looks at me, the more his good humor begins to seep away. His smile falters, then falls, and he tightens his grip on my fingers.

So charming. But rather than me, I know someone who would be perfect wearing it. Violet. Of course not me. Purple is her color. It's not an official rule but she's loved the color since we were toddlers. She has a rag doll in a purple dress. Wearing her color somehow feels wrong in so many ways "It's so beautiful but is there the other?" "how about this?" she shows another color. Crimson. So gallant embroidered with roses that looks so real. "um.. actually I was looking for something softer" I was embarrassed after saying it.

I purple you! Borahae! I look up at Gideon when he mentioned the word purple and I saw the glint in his eyes when he realizes that I really love a purple bag. Jam him! "Crocodile skin in purple would be lovely isn't it? A medium size I believe will fit her perfectly." He handed her a black card and the attendant recieve it wholeheartedly. I signal Gideon to lower his head so I can whisper to his ear "Gideon that is expensive! I don't need those things at all!"

So Julia agreed and let them be together. My parents also said good night and left for their room. Then I took Elijah to my room together we entered my room which was full of all the things with dark purple colours. The LED lights on the wall were also of purple color. I like purple color. I only have a kind side bed in the middle of my room. On the right side is my walk in closet and on my left side is washroom. In front of the bed is a purple coloured big couch . When I was 18 I was into purple color and I wanted everything according to purple color only and till now I have not changed a thing because it represents me. Beside my walkin closet is a study room where I have my books,laptop a

Bunch of pu**ys. We finally arrive my room. Am roughly pulled in. It's a purple coloured decorated room. It's everything purple. It's wardrobe purple, it's mattress purple, my makeup up stand purple, my light materia cotton also purple coloured. Literally ninety percent of my every decorations are purple coloured. It's really my favorite color. They assist me onto my purple bed. Am extremely weakened to personally perform such. I heave deeply. I heart pound loudly and my breathing visible shows. My chest heightens higher than normal.

"Lavender purple." Nathan and his mother both turned their surprised faces to gaze at Ivan, who usually wasn't that comfortable with speaking up unless he was asked something. He seemed to get nervous with the stares, simply looking back down to his plate. "I'm sorry." he mumbled. "i just like that colour, and i think it would suit you well." “It’s fine.” She smiled reassuringly, serving Ivan some water. "Well then, Lavender purple it is." She said and smiled, Ivan chuckling weakly as well, relieved that he hadn't stepped too far.

he explained. “Hmmm, but I want something regal. How about purple?” I asked. The idea of a dark purple suit was nice - at least in my head. Problem is, I didn't have any purple suits! “Nice right? Hurry and go and get me a purple suit. I don't have any so take my credit card” I said.

-------- On the other hand, specifically in a place that looks luxurious and affluent in the house of Zain Al-Din, this young man stands with his huge body and handsome masculine features in the middle of the garden of the house, holding a glass of wine in one hand and the other hand holding his cigarette that never leaves him. He was contemplating roses, knowing that he did not like them, but he liked to contemplate them, he liked the calm and could not bear the noise and noise. His contemplation was interrupted by the ringing of his phone, he roared in annoyance, to take out his phone from his pocket, looked at the screen, turned his eyes, and answered coldly in his manly, hoarse voice: "w

Say something. I study him for a beat. “You look…nice.” I offer, taking note of his richly dyed tunic. It almost looks black, the dye is so deep, but under the right illumination of the candle, I can see the barest hint of purple–eggplant purple. The sight of the rarely used color in the land of Nochten. It makes me smile. “I like the color.”

Jai immediately told him, and Yuta nodded. “I won’t. I’m just taking a look at it.” Yuta said, examining the wound again. He noticed a very faint purple lining around the wound. “It’s close to lilac. Is it diluted or is it the thick one? The Violet Lily? Or is it Gun Petal?” He muttered to himself. “But isn’t Gun Petals pink, brother?” Ruta asked in confusion. “Yes. But the center part of it is thick purple pink. If we squeeze that out, we’ll get a substance that’s purple pink in color. But looking at this lilac color… I don’t think it’s Gun Petals now…” Yuta said.