Perfect Blue Novels & Stories

The crew knew who was in the Peach Room, so they didn’t dare to object. The two identical peacock blue items were projected on the giant screen. Everyone was in awe. The items looked exactly alike, but they could see that the second Peacock’s Pride had a hint of purple in the blue gem when they looked closely. It was a rich and elegant color. The melee diamonds on the tail feathers were aquamarine gems that came in gradient shades of blue. The open tail didn’t clash with the brilliance of the main stone but instead perfectly brought out the soul of the item—tanzanite blue.

Charlie plops down next to me again. “Now you two can match.” he says proudly. “Uhm... Charlie. Bellamy and I aren't together, you know.” I inform him. Charlie just shrugs. “That doesn't mean that shade of blue won't be perfect on both of you.” He waves away my objections. Bellamy steps out of the changing room and I have to admit that Charlie was right. The blue looks great. The dark colour suits Bellamy but isn't too harsh the way the plain black outfit was. Charlie stands and claps his hands together happily.

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.

I knew I sounded harsh right then, but I couldn't stop myself. I'd scored 626 on the National College Entrance Exam—200 points above the undergraduate cutoff—yet I couldn't get into college now. Nicole swayed where she stood, and her tears fell even harder. "Fi, don't blame Preston. I begged him… I was just too scared to lose you. Your grades are so good. Once you get to college, you'd definitely make new friends. I was afraid you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore…"

After first getting lost, we finally find the bar "I think I will stop saying it now, but oh my god, look at this view, Josh." "I somehow think that this won't be the last time." "Oh, I was so going to smack you, but I do not want to mess up my manicure." "That is your nails again?" She smiles at me and nods her head, "Yes, I am impressed; you do listen sometimes." "I always listen to you; I am just selective to what I want to remember." "I will remember that next time you speak." We have a couple of cocktails before we head off to the beach. It is just endless beaches of white sand with crystal clear blue water as far as you can see. The skies are absolutely clear with no cloud insight; it

She answered and glanced at me. “Help grandpa, baby,” Mom said, and she nodded. She peeked on the design at his tablet. “They’re all the same, but the shades of blue are different,” She said, sharing her opinion in a low voice. He nodded. “Do you know how many shades of blue are there?” “A lot, grandpa,” She answered. She talked to my mother cheerfully, but she seemed to be careful with her words when it came to Dad. “Mommy said it’s a primary color and can make other colors when combined with red and green.”

she snapped. Tukijo smiled, satisfied with Markonah's statement. He took the initiative to approach her and hugged her from behind. "Yes, I belong only to her." Markonah was slightly surprised. She tilted her head up to look at Tukijo's face. "Ah, why is this guy so handsome," she murmured, blushing. Markonah's height was level with Tukijo's shoulder. By tilting her head up, she could clearly see Tukijo's face.

He was preparing for when you came back. Something warm settled in my chest. "He wanted me to come back." Kade kept looking through dresses. "Now. Red? Or blue? Red says dangerous. Blue says innocent. Which are we going for?" Pretty, Parrot breathed. So many pretty dresses. Can we keep them all? "We can't carry twelve dresses, Parrot." Watch me. BLUE! Parrot screamed. PICK BLUE! Blue matches our eyes! "Blue," I said to Kade. "Definitely Blue."

Always moving forward. I send a gift. A small watercolor painting of the Amalfi Coast from a local artist. And a note. You deserve white if you want white. You deserve everything. But blue sounds perfect. Blue is healing. Blue is honest. Blue is new beginnings. Congratulations on yours. The seventh postcard arrives in March. Their wedding photo. Layla in a blue dress. Smiling. Really smiling. Not performing. Just happy.

The sweetheart neckline curves gently, the skirt falling in flowing waves. Maren breathes out in awe. “It’s beautiful. Who would’ve thought something like this would come our way? A blessing, right when you needed it.” Her optimism radiates, filling the room like sunshine after rain. I can hardly breathe. My mind flashes back to the slip of paper I’d picked earlier during the partner selection—the same shade of blue. And now this. Blue has never been my favorite color. At least, it never used to be. But now, something about it draws me in. It feels familiar, almost comforting, like it’s tugging at a memory I can’t quite reach.