Mavis Vermillion Novels & Stories

Darby “Girl, ya wan’ know wha’ dat baby is? Well, let’s find out.” Vermillion drains her glass, reaching behind her to set it on the sofa table. It’s some beverage she calls a Hurricane but all I know is it’s exceptionally sweet and heavy on rum. Opening the small clutch purse that doubles as a wallet and a cellphone case, Vermillion removes a deck of cards. “Now, I may not be de hoodoo queen o’ New Orleans,” in her Louisiana drawl, the name comes out as ‘Na’Arlans’, “but I tell ya, girls, I ain’ never been wrong ‘bout babies.”

The winding crimson of shame, the chilling green of violation, the murky depth of that intimate humiliation, the blue tear. “The work is raw,” he pronounced. “Powerful, but vulnerable. The colors can smudge. The memory can fade.” He stopped in front of her, holding up the bottle. “This is damar varnish. It protects. It seals. It gives the painting its final, luminous finish. A hard finish. Impervious. And obscenely glossy.”

Mavis was having a really bad day. And by "bad," I mean so bad that if bad days were an Olympic sport, she would’ve won gold, silver, and bronze. She had just lost her job at Club Scarlet Heart. Not a small gig-oh no! This was a job that not only paid her rent, paid her tuition fees but also funded her little weekly shopping trips for things she didn’t really need but bought anyway because of shopping therapy. You know, essentials. The kind of stuff that made her feel like she was living in a glossy magazine, even though her reality was more like a "how-to-survive-your-twenties" blog post.

She was certain there was some golden transformation of the child’s hair. “Just your eyes deceiving, Milady. The child has shiny black hair, similar to her dad’s own and so it tends to give you impressions whereas it is not the case.” “But I must say Milady, Clara is a difficult child.” Marys stated. Violet just looked at the corridor even as they couldn’t see Clara nor the maids that struggled to carry her. From the looks of things, she didn’t need someone telling her that Clara was one naughty child that needed some beatings.

Phillip chuckled, “You—” “—Let's not talk about this right now.” Poison interrupted. Musa got down from the carriage, clad in a plain gray dress with her dress from earlier in her hands. Violet took the dress from Musa hands and changed in the carriage. When she got out of the carriage, she realized she was a little shorter than the purple thick dress. “Just walk with your gown inched upwards and it'll be fine.” Poison said as Violet slipped on Musa's shoes and collected the black wig Piggy kept in his bag.

I'm actually glad he ditch his costume for hazels presentation. Using key c and g🎹🎹 Mavy wavy acts like crazy but still amazing 😍 Cute and friendly but heck, she's pretty 👰 Steals your heart and runs to hell👿 you'll know she is devious when you can't tell😷 Mavy daisies still I tell you, my first love even I can't deny you 😊 Daisies are graven when storms are long due but with you am'ma raven who can't ignore you😊

"Aren't you going to come down?' He asked. All this while I have been admiring his mansion while sitting in his car. I got down from the car, and the first thing my eyes met was the garage and I almost gasped when I saw the different cars in his garage. Only his garage was bigger than my entire house, and the different cars that were more than Twenty weren't mere cars. It was the latest cars that was worth millions of dollars, and the cars were all white in color, and I don't need anyone to tell me that Mavis's favorite color is white. Ever since I got to know him, I haven't seen him wear any colored clothes except for white. Why will white be his favorite color, when his heart was black? "S

TAWNY “Yes, yes, I’m ready!” I shout to Mason through the bathroom door. Checking myself out one more time and running my hands down the deep red dress. I brought it with Crimson in mind, the color of the sheer fabric was close to his eyes when they turned that deep shade of blood red.

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be

Luckily for me though, Sienna wasn't around when I got in, and after taking a shower, I spent about an hour and some studying and doing assignments before going to sleep and dreaming of beautiful green grass and a barefooted mother and son running in it hand in hand in the morning sun. The first face I saw when I got into class, Virginia. Today, she wasn't in her usual neutral or earth coloured clothes but something else. Something that, on her, seemed a little to bright, even though it wasn't all that bright. It just seemed off. I had no problem with people trying new things, especially not after what Alex told me the previous night, but her bright purple sequined dress just seemed...the on