Little Purple Novels & Stories

Lola felt the pull of him, magnetic, and for a second, she closed her eyes and let herself just… feel. When she opened them, he was closer still. The space between them seemed impossibly small, charged with tension. He ran his fingers through her thighs in her long silk skirt and looked at her as though seeking confirmation. Lola, in too deep, nodded. “Yes, enough of the tension already” she whispered, almost to herself. He went down on his knees and pulled up the long skirt and down her tiny stringed panties.

Even Severin was a little surprised. As an eighth-grade alchemist, he was naturally no stranger to the ninth-grade purple ginseng. This medicine was the top ninth-grade elixir in the Bleurealm. It was called a ginseng because it resembled ginseng and was purple in color. It grew in a place rich in the power of heaven and earth. That was why it was called the ninth grade purple ginseng!

Rem replied and then said, "that girl? She is one of the fey creatures. One of the more harmless ones luckily. You can't really tell right away, but if the sun hits their hidden wings at just the right angle, you'll just about be able to see them." I squinted at her before shrugging and looking back at Rem again. He then hummed to himself and looked around again. There weren't that many people here. "Ah, that one," he nodded towards a man that seemed quite small, it was clear he had achondroplasia. "If you tell me he is a dwarf, I am going to hit you for being mean," I said peering at Rem who looked up in frustration. "No Kay," he uttered my nickname with a small sigh. "Look closer," he then

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 for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

So I let my legs wander, and they took me to a door at the end of the hall with a small handwritten sign: knock before entering. I knocked, twice, out of courtesy. Then pushed the door open. It wasn't an abandoned room. It wasn't lived-in either. It was something in between that I couldn't fathom. A blue guitar leaned against the wall, a tag looping around the neck: Gabriel's own. Do not touch. I chuckled. I guess the owner, is a music lover. There were lots and lots of books, sitting beautifully on the shelves. I reached for one without thinking. "What are you doing in here?"