Little Purple Novels & Stories

He looks invested. "Not sure. A year perhaps." She follows his stare. "What are you looking at?" "What kind of fruit is this?" Pinching two fingers around the tiny fruit, Jin picks it up like it's some kind of contaminated object and brings it up to his eye level. His gorgeous face twists in concentration as he tries to figure out the identity of the weird fruit. It looks like a cherry if you take away the protruding strings. Yet it's also too big. The size of a kiwi. So it still can't pass as a cherry. Maybe a new crossbreed?

They are trying their very best to restore us back together as the family we used to be and i couldn't be more grateful. " Purple reminds me of rain and that shade of blue is too dark" I scrunched up my face and squinted my eyes in the direction of the tiny blue bottle. "ookay, what of green?" she asked again searching for the bottle in the box. " my feet will look like it's sprouting leaves" She whipped her head in my direction like what I just said was an utter abuse to Green nail polish industry. "wow, alright then. What of pink?"

All of which amazed Pine. The moment Julio opened the huge ice door, Pine was even more stunned. She was confronted by a small church, pews made of ice, and the bluish light emanating from this ice made her speechless. In front of them was a priest who was waiting for them all, ready to give a wedding blessing to Pine and Kevin. They approached the priest. Pine leaned closer to Kevin and whispered, "Is he human?" "Yes. He's a human who works under the Raltz Clan."

It was more than one. Roman sat down on Reese’s ugly couch and waited for Kat. “Why in the hell did she buy this ugly thing?” Roman joked to himself. KNOCK KNOCK Roman opened the door to see this beautiful creature standing before him. Long beautiful wavy hair, the cutest little figure with curves for a day, she was dressed in a cute yellow top and black skirt with polka-dotted heels. “Wow!” Roman says. “Wow yourself sugar,” Kat says. Roman lets her in. He can't stop staring at her.

Kenzie questioned, pointing towards the animal table. Without waiting for his reply, she began to pull him in that direction. What Kenzie saw was absolutely adorable. The animals were small and cute. What really caught her attention was an animal that resembled a lion. Except it was light purple in color with a white mane. It was also tiny. If Kenzie had to guess she would say it was the size of a newborn kitten. She was sure she could hold it in her palm. "It's so adorable," she spoke. "What is it?"

All of the smells were incredible, like a perfume garden coming to life. Then there was a flash of blue! A butterfly landed on a purple flower, its color similar to that of the summer sky. It opened its wings, revealing a variety of colors, including dark purple, bright blue, and a hint of yellow. It resembled a genuine jewel, a tiny bit of magic!

said a man with a clap of a hand, walking up to them. "Mrs Lark, welcome to my humble studio. I hope to work well with you" they shook hands, "I'm grateful, sir. I'm going to give it my best" and just like that the man smiled at her. So it seems what he has been told was true, she was indeed a big star with so much achievements but still she has so much respect and a well preserved person. "Purple! Get Mrs Lark to her room, the photoshoot started in thirty minutes." The so-called Purple was a Chinese young lady, small and short but she looked quite serious about her work. And she wore everything in purple just like her name, even her hair was dyed purple. She was indeed that color! "This way

’ I replied, slipping out the front doors and heading down the stone path to where Olive’s flashy car sat. Olive yawned the minute I slid inside, her plum-colored lips forming thick circle. The bright splash of color matched the streak in her hair, which had gone from lime-green to a deep shade of purple. Even her shadowy eye-makeup had flecks of purple glitter in it, catching the light in a way that showed off her incredible skill.

The room stills. Not just in silence but in energy. The kind that makes the hairs on your arms lift before a storm hits. I turn to Thalia. Her body hasn't moved, but her eyes. They're glowing. Not yellow, not orange, or blue. Definitely not red but purple. Purple. A deep, luminescent violet that pulses like it has its own heartbeat. Shaun takes a step back toward the door. “Yeah. That’s not normal.” “No shit,” I breathe.

"I heard she had her scent surgically enhanced. No one looks that pure naturally." The praise followed me like a wake. Every eye was on me, including Talia’s. Standing on the dais in her white lace gown, she looked like a common wolf trying to play queen. Her face twisted with a primal rage. Even on her blessing day, the "disgraced" Ivy Mercer was the only thing the pack could talk about.