Purple Esthetic Novels & Stories

I drive excitedly back to the house and ring the doorbell to find Jas and Nathan debating on whether or not primrose is considered purple. “Is this a bad time?” I ask awkwardly as I stand between the two in the living room. “No, your timing is perfect. I’m working on a new collection for winter and I mentioned primrose because it’s a purple color and Nathan here, seems to think it’s not purple. He says it’s yellow.” Jas scolds. “That’s because it is!”

Her face was not as round anymore, but heart shape. She had high cheekbones and a button nose placed neatly over full lips. Her eyes were a deep emerald green before, framed by long, sooty lashes. Beforehand her eye color was light teal. Her hair was pure silk, cascading down to the middle of her back like an inky black waterfall, which was also very new; there was no way Damien and Cora wouldn't notice that his hair had grown several inches overnight.

The host points in Ava’s direction at Jack Fuller’s plate. Amethysts are known for their faint purple reserved in clear stones, but that’s why this ring is so unique -- the color trapped is so thick that it almost looks black without light. But even a dim light brings out the deep thick iron purple so visible that it shines under just the starry night. Hence its name.

Of equality in something that mattered deeply to him. That evening, during the Purple PM: Review & Display time, Keila presented her own project. She had used the new cerulean blue to paint a large picture of the mansion, but now it was covered in a web of glowing, golden lines connecting every window and door. She called it "The Invisible Helper Paths (The Love Lines)."

As Purple walked towards the site, she was joined by one of her best friends, Jenne. 'You look hot, Babe!' Jenne said excitedly. Jenne was dressed just as beautifully in a green silk dress, hugging her petite body. Her hair was curled, sculpting her beautiful face perfectly. Purple couldn't help but smile at her best friend as she clearly looked like she was trying to impress someone.

The next moment, the meeting room fell into silence. Those who satirised Estelle all shut their mouths, and everyone looked at her with amazement in their eyes. Estelle, who was exhausted, was proud when seeing their reaction. She turned to Tim and said gently, “Mr. Roberts, let me introduce my design now. First of all, I changed the turquoise to obsidian. Black can make people look mature and stable, and it’s suitable for elderly people.”

I open it and my eyes beam when they see what it holds inside. A crystal pentagon shaped pendant. It's a pale purple on the top half that turns into a deep amethyst purple at the bottom half. “It’s so pretty.” I pick it up from the box, gushing over it as it twirls from the rope. “Can I wear it now?” My father chuckles, “Of course sunshine, it’s yours.”

Eventually she pulled out another palette. Pastel tones. Soft lavender. Powder blue. Muted blush pink. Cream. Silver accents. And immediately something inside me settled. “Oh.” Tims noticed instantly. “Yes,” she said smoothly. “This feels more like them.” It really did. Soft enough to feel magical. Elegant enough to age well in pictures. Still playful without becoming overstimulating. “Silver accents create light reflection,” Tims explained while sliding another sample toward me. “Children respond emotionally to softness and shimmer more than overwhelming brightness. This palette feels dreamy instead of chaotic.”

Chapter 40: The Dress ~Zella Pov ~ I opened the bag inside the flat. Tissue paper first, layers of it, expensive and careful, the kind of wrapping that cost money. Beneath it, the dress. Pink. Not quite pink, somewhere between pink and blue, that specific luxury colour that didn't have a proper name, just existed as an aesthetic choice. It was small. Short. The kind of dress that looked like nothing on a hanger and everything on a body. I pulled it out and held it up to the light coming through the window.

Jael chuckled. “Oh.” “So what do you think about this color?” Jael held up a royal blue material. “Um, I think I’d prefer something purple.” Marybeth offered. “Purple eh? I think I have just the right material.” She rummaged through the basket of materials and brought out a deep purple one, “How’s this?” “Oh, that is beautiful,” Marybeth said with a smile. “Good. Now he just has to choose a color that complements this purple. God, I hope he doesn’t pick yellow.” Jael shuddered at the thought.