Little Purple Novels & Stories

Purple said, pointing to Green. “Sure.” Blue nudged his friend. “Green, wake up.” “I don’t want to. I’m still sleepy,” Green replied lazily. “Purple will kick you,” Blue warned. Green shot up at once. “I’m awake! Where is she?” Purple’s eyes widened further when she noticed another part of Green’s body had “woken up” as well. She slowly turned away, embarrassed by the very noticeable bulge in his boxers. “Purple?” Blue said.

Brice was standing next to my table, wearing a lavender shirt with a purple tie. I had noticed earlier that Starla’s dress was purple. I had absently wondered if that was the color I’d see if she was part of my pack. Raven’s eyes are violet, so I have a shade of purple already in the river, but the color Starla was wearing was different. It was the sort of purple one associates with royalty. And Brice, standing there looking at me expectantly, wearing a similar shade, looked more like a prince than I had ever seen him look like one before.

Caleb Ruby turned on the steps of the town hall, facing away from the jubilant crowd. Snowflakes clung to the tips of her lashes, melting as they kissed her rosy cheeks. She tossed the bouquet of white and blue flowers behind her, and as she did so, the women rushed forward, shrieking deliriously, all snatching at the spinning object as it burst apart like a fragrant petal bomb. It was Grandma Lizzie who unwittingly made the save. She walked straight past the jostling females and caught the flowers against her chest. Her face blanched as she realized what had happened and tossed the bouquet away as if it was a hot potato.

I had no idea what I was looking at, but the next thing I knew, a small person with dark purple hair and eyes stepped out of the circle with Nikolai and Art right behind him. The little person with purple hair growled, and his hair turned dark blue right before my eyes. Alaric shoved me behind him, and the little purple-eyed guy flicked his wrist at us, and a vine came out of nowhere, wrapping around us at lightning speed. In an instant, I was pressed against Alaric's back by the vine wrapping around us tightly. “No! They're my friends, stop!” Nikolai ran to us and tugged at the vine. “Oh, heavens! I'm sorry,” the little guy with purple eyes said, and with the

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.

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

His eyes did. “Are they real?” I gasped, reaching out to touch him before I caught myself right in time. “What?” He frowned, looking at me like I'd lost it. “Your eyes. They are purple. Is it real?” Aside from those in Lyxant with distinct eye colours, I'd never seen a human with purple eyes. Blue and green, yes, but never this purple. The shade was lighter. “You can see it?” He gasped, drawing some steps back as he placed both hands on his cheeks.

Which seemed to differ from the ones I have already seen. Dimitris on the other hand, his were much larger than Theos and very different. His were bright purple, white and black. All mixed together in swirling patterns in large in small sizes and they shimmered. Making it looked like the swirls were actually moving. They were breathtaking and beautiful. "Glad you approve." he said. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare. It's just it's all new and you just seriously surprised me." "Well princess, that's not the only surprise." Tilting his head and pointing his finger slightly up to the sky.

He went into his kitchen and came back with a Pepsi and we spent the rest of the night eating pizza, drinking Pepsi and watching American Beach House. ____________ The next day, I felt the soreness. My vagina would need two days or three to feel normal again. It was a struggle to even wash myself correctly but I asked for it and I was no longer a twenty-one year old virgin. Remy walked into the living-room with one of the heels Christian got me. It was my favorite. It was from YSL and it was designed with flowers and rhinestones. It sparkled in the sun or when in contact with lights.

I pulled the small bundle up to my chest, wrapping him in the tattered remains of my skirt to shield him from the wind. "Please. Please, don't be silent. Cry. Scream. Anything." I whispered, rubbing his tiny, purple back. I brushed the blood and vernix from his face. He was tiny, but perfect. Ten fingers. Ten toes. A tuft of jet-black hair. And then, his eyes opened. I gasped. They weren't blue like Lucas’s. They weren't brown like mine. They were Violet. A glowing, electric purple that seemed to glow with power, illuminating the dark hollow of the tree.