Novel & Cerita Mavis Vermillion

Her tears fell onto the marble, leaving small, temporary dark marks. It was then that Valentim moved again. He went to a nearby workbench where jars of powdered pigments—burnt earths, oxides, ultramarine blues—were lined up like an alchemist’s paints. He opened a small wooden jar containing a deep, vibrant red pigment, the color of rust, of blood, of life.

Mia’s POV “There... there is one more special gown. Perhaps you’ll like it!” The clerk hurried to the back of the store. Moments later, she returned with a mannequin wearing a vintage gown. My eyes lit up, and so did Veronica’s. The gown was a deep, rich purple, adorned with countless pearls and diamonds, like the brightest stars in the night sky. The skirt was embroidered with intricate gold patterns, telling a tale of ancient and mysterious legends. Every stitch and thread exuded an indescribable elegance, like a serene noble waiting for her arrival.

Leon Keith "You don't like Ivory huh?" My dad asked as he's looking at the lost of colors. "No comment." "She's adorable, I like her better than Celine." I know that my parents love Ivory more than Celine. I mean people prefer Celine more than Ivory but why my parents wanted me with Ivory more? It doesn't make any sense. "Celine is a good kid." "Too perfect for you." My dad answered simply as he told the staff the color that he wanted for his new walls. I gave him grey color for his new office.

How can I act just like that. God....!! what is wrong with me? Taking a deep breath I got ready in a loose floral print yellow strap sleeves maxi dress that reaches my ankles. Making a loose messy pony of my hair I was ready to go downstairs when my sight fell on the small box in which red vermillion was kept. looking at it, my sight fell on my neck where the nuptial chain is hanging with a diamond stone surrounded by a lot of black small stones. I went into a dilemma whether I should put the vermillion or simply leave it...?

James asks, distracting his father. A man that loved his novelties and praised his relics more than he praised women or Wall Street. Anton peers at the painting, tracing the lines of a man or at least a face. Shrouded with swirly lines of deep reds that bring the canvas to life. It was indecipherable, but beautiful, and James finds it intriguing. “If by old you mean antique, then yes it is. It’s Le Mon, by French artiste Luciverci Glacon, dated back to the time of Vikings.”

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

Madissa signs to her mates, "That's Archon, he is only just a year old." Then Nerissa continues the narrative, signing to their mates, "And my mother's youngest are newborns, so they aren't taken out in public much. Merling babies aren't able to hold their breath for long, so they must be cared for in their nursery with a cradle attached to the moonhole. They are twins, Malva and Tachys. Malva has a soft seafoam green tail with mauve fin tips, and Tachys has a milky green tea coloring in his tail with indigo blue stripes and quicksilver fin tips. Mother isn't here at the moment because it's time to feed them, but she will be back soon for cutting the..." At the end of her sentence, Nerissa u

67 M I R A N D A "What about this color?" Vivian asks. Vivian keeps flipping through the pages of the booklet. "Oh my god this color would be perfect for the bridesmaids." She chimes happily and I swear to God she is too excited and happy for me.. She moves her head to my direction, "Don't you think?" She ask. "Lavender?" I arch an eyebrow as I stare at the color intently. It is not a bad color but it’s not something I want.

My mind roves back in time to being in that terrible fortress with all of those ghostly, unmoving people in their gray cloaks. “Not gray.” I shift from foot to foot. “I apologize.” “The official colors of Meridem are yellow and crimson,” she offers. I suck my teeth and sigh. “Butter yellow, and a softer red is fine.” She nods and begins to turn out of the room, but stops, her hand resting on the gilded doorknob. “Ma’am?” “Yes?” “If you’d like… if it’s appropriate…” “Yes?” I press. Little lines of unease crease between her brows.

I manage to get the strings undone and I slip out of the dress, throwing it to the corner of the room where I hope to never revisit. I wipe my tears away and see my mascara on my fingers. I sigh and take a proper look around the room. Anthony was right, the room really was bare. It did have a very pretty vanity, complete with a swivel stool and a mirror. The bed looks to be a queen size with a white bed set and I hate to admit it but it looks very comfortable. I approach the vanity and look through the drawers, finding some make up and make up remover in one of the drawers.