Pale Blue Novels & Stories

Anything. I slip into the short knee length dress that Mia handed me. It's short but breathable . It's emerald in colour and looks so good against my tan skin. I turn to see Mia in a similar dress as mine , but it has a deeper neckline and is black in colour . She also has some jewellery paired with it. We both give each other compliments and wear our footwear. I opt for smaller heels than her but she wears stilettos with much higher heel. I pull my hair in a ponytail and apply a light nude lip shade.

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”

What is so complicated about it? " Well, what do I say? I like all colours. It depends on my moods and seasons. " " Like really?? " " Yes... In summers, I like all pastel colours especially baby pink, icy blue and lemon yellow. In winters I like red, blue, black, white...." "Oh, God!! Let me rephrase my question, which colour you don't like much? " " Ok... Green. But I like some shades of it too. " I rolled my eyes at her answer. She is so cute.

"I've never been one. I'd practice so hard. I'd throw petals exactly right." "Of course you can" I said, laughing, and she let out a delighted squeal so loud Jacob nearly dropped his mug. "I'll need a dress" she said seriously. "A blue one. Blue is the color of the deep ocean, where all the bioluminescent animals live. It would be scientifically appropriate." I stopped smiling, because the word blue had caught somewhere in my chest. "Blue" I repeated softly. "Is that okay?" Amara asked, suddenly unsure.

The soft blue and white color scheme invoked a sense of serenity, echoing the natural beauty of the mountains that surrounded us. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the Blue Mountains, their peaks dusted with snow, standing tall and majestic against the clear sky. The sight was enough to take your breath away, the sheer beauty of nature laying claim to your senses, the tranquility seeping into your soul.

Brendan blinked repeatedly and exhaled, “Wow…” “Cheesy, I know.” “No, that was… sweet,” he smiled faintly. “I can relate, kind of.” She smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded, taking a swig of his wine before speaking, “The type of blue I like is in the sky too, I suppose it’s as dusk is fading into the night. That shade of navy blue you get in the sky where the last bit of the sun still touches, but the moon begins to light the sky too… That’s the blue I like.”

But what pulled my heartstring was the colours. Soft blue and blush pink, bundled with a frail, white paper wrap. But it wasn’t just the scent that steals something delicate from deep inside me. It was the colours. A blush pink can be hard to find but a pale blue… that’s even rarer than finding water in a drought. I was compelled to inhale. Sweet, slightly powdery with a distinct spicy fragrance. The corner of my mouth tips with a soft smile as I touched the petals-fingers grazing softly over the tenderness.

His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish. Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

Miles protested weakly, but even he didn't sound convinced. "What's my favorite color?" I asked. Miles blinked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. "I... pink? Red?" "Blue," Alexander said quietly from beside me. "Midnight blue, specifically. Like the ocean at twilight." I looked at Miles, saw the realization dawning in his eyes. Saw him understand, finally, what he'd lost and what he'd never really had in the first place. "Goodbye, Miles," I said.

“You don’t understand the bigger picture.” I tilted my head slightly. “Do you?” He frowned. “I know what you are planning to do,” I continued “You want to be powerful.” “That’s not what this is,” he snapped. “Isn’t it?” His nostrils flared. “Did you know Blue doesn’t see colors the way others do?” I said calmly. “And neither do you.” He stared at me, confusion shifting into anger. “She has color vision deficiency,” I went on. “And so do you.”