Palette X Goth Novels & Stories

I'm being childish, and shake my head with determination as I watch her walk down the path and disappear into the safe forest, heading towards the main pack grounds. I take a warm shower to ease my tense body, letting the water wash over me and soothe me. Drying my hair, I study the bleached ends and see the colours fading. The fuchsia and lavender tips were something I experimented with when I finished school a while ago, and I liked the prettiness so much I kept it by using permanent colour. Some called it silly or quirky, but I didn't care. I loved bright and pastel colours. My bedroom walls were painted blush pink, my clothes were all sorts of pale and soft hues, and the fresh flowers th

On Monday, she took pleasure in entering the closet and selecting a beautiful combination of clothes and accessories, applying light but skillful makeup, brushing her hair, and completing the look with jewelry she had designed herself and the company had manufactured. She opted for a high-waisted caramel pencil skirt with a snake-print camisole and a black blazer, shoes matching the skirt, a Prada bag matching the blazer, and gold and onyx earrings and necklace.

[Alexander] Gloom was all around me, as I had just finished painting my living room. Gone was my Dolce & Gabbana suit from this morning’s impromptu meeting with Mr. Gasser’s accountant, and in its place was the oldest denim pants and faded blue t-shirt. Most of the blues I wore was now turned to grey from all the stains, and as the grey walls hugged me, I felt the strong urge to throw whatever was left in the paint tin over my head and just drown in the sorrow.

GIANNA I come back from the diner and go straight to the studio and paint like I'm trying to kill the canvas. There was no plan, no sketch, no gentle heart-guided brushwork. Just pure rage. The palette is all darks with Prussian blue, burnt umber, alizarin crimson so deep it looks like dried blood.

"Are you serious?" She nodded and the saleslady, who earlier was elated was now annoyed at Ligaya. She just lost a big earn because of Ligaya's strangeness. And so Ligaya and V proceeded to the men's section where clothes of her taste were located. There, she immediately spotted a black V-neck and a navy blue rounded-neck

“Shall we go over the theme and color palette?” “Yes,” Kurtis said, glancing at me. “Lyra has some ideas she’s been thinking about.” I nodded, pulling out my notebook. “I was thinking soft pastels, blush pink, ivory, and hints of gold. Something elegant but not over the top.” The decorator jotted down notes, nodding along. “That sounds lovely. And for the floral arrangements?” “Roses and peonies,” I said, glancing at Kurtis. “What do you think?”

I squeezed paint onto my palette without planning colors, just grabbing tubes randomly, because this piece wasn't about aesthetics, it was about releasing emotions I couldn't contain. Red for anger at myself for falling for someone who'd tried to destroy me. Blue for the sadness of losing Rafael's friendship because I couldn't give him what he wanted. Black for the confusion of not knowing if Alexander's feelings were real or just another manipulation. Gold for the hope that maybe we could build something genuine despite our horrible beginning. I started painting with broad, aggressive strokes, letting my hands move without conscious thought, while my mind spiraled through everything that ha

His hips ground against mine as he whispered my name over and over, a mantra only he knew this intimately. Vetur flared, energy zinging through me. My power was back. It reached for him and his fire answered. In a daze, I watched as they mingled and became one. Pure white and glacial blue intertwined with burning red, vibrant yellow, and glowing orange. It was majestic. My Vetur and his fire.

, he asked. “This ripe cherry one looks nice”, I said while handing him the nail polish from the hamper. The polish colors are dark red, almost like coagulated blood. I always love these kinds of colors, because I always like something a little gothic. Then I grab the rose massage oil, a pack of rose-shaped candles, and the loofah.

For this, I need pallet knives and wide stiff bristled brushes and vibrant yellow, phthalo blue, cerulean, cadmium red, russet, ink black, titanium white and lots of lively music to fuel my creative burst. I may be worried about what is happening with Gabriel and the press conference but I feel so darned loved and seen with him. I can’t help but feel more positive about my future. He gets me, he truly understands my needs and desires and appreciates my creativity. I pull my hair out of my face and put on music most people would never in a million years guess I love, then I push my sleeves up and start with big, bold strokes, laying out the basic shape and outline, the underpainting before I