Mister Color Purple Novels & Stories

“Why… me? I’m just a temporary secretary.” Williams’ jaw tightened at the word "temporary," but he didn’t speak up. Mira let out a light laugh. “Jane, I noticed how you organized the files last week. The way you color-coded everything, laid it out with precision, most people don’t do that unless they really have a knack for it.” She leaned in closer. “People who perceive the world through a creative lens are rare.” Jane blinked rapidly, a mix of emotions flooding her chest....confusion, disbelief, and a flicker of something resembling hope.

- "This smells super fruity," Marcus examines the bag when River gives him a whiff of it. "Straight high-grade purple from the sweet, sweet islands of Jamaica, also, don't tell my boss." River says and Marcus scoffs then starts laughing. "You raggedy bitch." Marcus slaps River on the right shoulder. "You're holding out on me again." He shakes his head and tries snagging the bag from River, who swiftly snaps it back. "No, jolly when he sees the green giant, you roll like a bitch wearing two-inch long acrylic nails, so, step back." River bounces Marcus to dig into another drawer, where he pulls out a board stained with THC gum, and a grinder with a lion carved on the top.

The room was of course what I was expecting after I have seen how the living room and exterior part of the house is. His room was bigger than mine and it was painted in purple colour. The colour of the curtains was Purple, his wardrobe was furnished with purple even the bed spread was colour purple.then I concluded that his favorite colour is probably purple. That’s fantastic because I love purple too. Aw! We have a thing in common. I smiled foolishly. “Are you just going to stand there? “Peter said. Just then, i realized that i was still standing in front of the door ever since I came in.

As already indicated. He let out a breath. "Well. I dyed it when I was really little, and we do have some form of dye in my parents' kingdom that isn't very safe. The color was used on my hair multiple times, and it's a special, one-of-a-kind dye. Unfortunately, I decided to use the dye that I found in my mother's chamber, which was not the original of my dye. The purple color that remained was more like a permanent pigment, and it had been in my hair for a long time." Mister Attractive said while glancing at my reflection in the dressing mirror as he watched me style his wig hair. "It looks good on you." As I continued to dress Arthur's wig hair, I congratulated him.

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

The place was decorated purple. My mind went back to when we shared our first dance, was he recreating our first dance together ? Zachary leads me to the middle slowly trailing his hands down my waist. "What is this ? Is this graduation dance number 2 ?" Zachary shakes his head. "Then why is everything purple ? My favorite color isn't even purple." Zachary looked away for a bit nodding at the conductor that just walked in with a bunch of people and their instruments. The conductor looks back to Zachary insisting that his performers were almost ready.

Thank you to those who still are here and are still patiently waiting for this book to commence. Like I said, I almost forgot this book's entire plot, so if you had asked me a couple weeks ago what MISTRESS was all about, I wouldn't know, I would only look at you blankly. But don't be scared because I had reread the book and darn! I Looked at my work and I shrieked at how I had written the story, I shouldn't have written it in such a bland and knowing way that gives everything off.

But she shake it off, her head raised high no matter if her tears were falling down. “Now, what are you going to do about it, huh?” Mr. Virmich pulled her hair back and she glared at her grandfather. Nobody even came to help her. “I said to go after a Castigado but not this way you brainless slut!” The master of the mansion let go of Andrea’s hair and sighed heavily. With shaking hands he, fixed his hair and suit. “When I come back you better have the answers, Andrea! I will have a lot of explaining to do!”

"So Mrs. Pitman not only allowed a woman's life to be ruined, she profited from it." "Yes. And the pink diamond?" He leaned back, exhaling. "It's in the records too. A line item in an old trust that never balanced. The kind of mistake only someone desperate leaves behind. Mrs Pitman knew about it." I finally opened the folder. Each page smelled faintly of damp paper and smoke, evidence pulled from old drawers. Marta's name was scratched over so many times it was like erasing her had been their ritual. Jana's mother's name whispered beneath it in the faint traces of ink.

But I can’t think of any other option. “Purple is my favorite color, but it's not common here. " I pause for Maddie to read. "Go on. Tell him why." Maddie is always encouraging. I nod and try to breathe through a new wave of hesitation. I turn to continue. "The color tends to clash with everyone's red hair. But as I don’t have red hair. It is not a problem for me. I think it looks quite nice on me." I pause again for Maddie to check.