Little Purple Novels & Stories

Devon’s and I’s eyes didn’t leave him until he transformed into a small white wolf pup. And I was so right. He was Purple!!! “Mom! He’s Purple!” Devon exclaimed, his eyes lit with wonder and surprise. But then it changed into confusion, which made his expression a little funny. “What? Wait, I thought Purple was a girl!?” “That makes sense,” Mom whispered as she grabbed me and my brother again and smiled despite the danger around us. “Now I understand the despair I feel. We are meant to save Purple. He is part of the family. That’s why.”

"Jules?" "Another victory." I smiled in relief, but cringed at the idea that I might have been the only one to actually killed someone. "Along with Pepper and Petunia," she continued. I think I might have seen them around before, both solid color wolves. At that moment the nurse entered to unplug me. "Thanks" I mumbled as she took all the tubes out of me and I stood and stretched my legs.

Stubbornness matters most when a woman is alone. There were small, unbidden luxuries to stow away: a scrap of linen soft enough to cradle a newborn, a tiny silver thimble the seamstress had dropped and wrapped in a cloth, the memory of Caelan’s voice I could coax back into my mouth when my heart trembled. I wrapped these things in the stale roll Renna had first smuggled me and hid them beneath the floorboard where the mattress did not touch. It was a small grave of hope.

Maybe it was the weight of the rest of her life that seemed to drop on her shoulders the day she started college. She decided to quickly down two drinks, a little liquid courage was exactly what she needed, tonight she would tell Brandon that she'd had her eye on him all semester. She had spotted him almost immediately after she walked through the door, there was a clear shot of the kitchen in the back of the house from the entryway. He was playing beer pong, it was no surprise his beer pong partner happened to be Macy, a tall blonde super moel type, the cheerleader to his footballer self, the thougth of how perfect they were for each other made her want to vomit. Your worse nightmare bas

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.

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.

The fabric made a shushing, crackling sound as it moved, almost as pretty as the color itself. “Don’t lift your dress,” her momma said, and put a hand on her daughter’s arm to stop her. Purple Princess looked up at her mother, the edge of her skirt still halfway above her knees. And she smiled. She was wearing lipstick too—a cranberry stain mostly faded, smeared around the edges of her mouth. She was wearing her mother’s lipstick, just like me.

Even through the mud, it’s clear what this is…Purple Atlantonite. “Aric, we need to get to Isaiah right now. This is huge!”

Violet snapped her finger, changing into her true appearance. Musa stumbled backwards, frightened. “You look hideous! how could I know someone like you?!” “Wait a moment, honey.. Her name sounds familiar.” The man struggled to move but he couldn't so he asked gently, “Are you the second princess of Thestryn, Violet?” Musa eyes widened, “Huh?” “Yes, she was indeed the second princess of Thestryn.” Uak stepped into the situation, angry. How dare the tiny woman look at her master and call her ugly?!

’ I could feel Asher drooling in my head as he said this. Slowly she turned and my eyes traveled up her bottom. Her almost white hair was swept up perfectly on top of her head where more water like trinkets trickled when she came full face I saw her pouty lips. Her eyes were closed. There was a mark above her left breast. ‘She is Pure! Just like us!’ Asher whined. My eyes kept traveling, her breasts were large but just right on her body you could really see her hour glass figure. A thigh high slit went up her dress and it took everything in me to not pop a hard on right there. Her hands traveled down as she kept moving to the music.