Purple Guy Novels & Stories

"Try." "But—" "Favorite color." "What?" My eyes jerked open. "Did you just ask me my favorite color?" He smirked. "Tell me it's green." I rolled my eyes, some of the need dying a bit at his arrogance. "White." His nostrils flared. "Cassius would be pleased." "Not because of Cassius," I said in a soft voice. "Because white's like a blank slate. It means starting over." "You wish…" He swallowed, his head tilting to the side, pieces of dark hair falling across his sculpted face. "…to start over?"

“I’m done talking about this, Cy. She’s gone. Nothing you say or do can bring her back. Besides, we have more important things to discuss.” My eyes slid to the Christmas tree, large and imposing. A smile graced his lips. “I know you had The Queen implement the no decorations rule, but I wanted this year to be special. I wanted you to remember this birthday as the best and I know purple is your favorite color.” “It’s a stupid fucking color,” I spat, ignoring the fact that it really was my favorite color.

Asher commented and already expecting him to say those. "What'd you mean?" Grayson inquired while fixing his tie. "That, Grayson. What the hell is that? That is not a polo you use to wear," he stated. Gray looked at his polo, "This? It's not bad at all." "Oh, sh*t! Did you hit your head or something? You never like bright colors and hate wearing it, that's why I'm freaking surprised seeing you wearing the yellow one." He looks like a romantic man yet deadly.

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

I especially liked being around Craig because he gave me a sense of security I had never experienced before. Craig offered me a cartoon plushie as a gift, but I threw it out because I thought it was ugly. The reason it looked ugly to me was that I spotted another young girl in the family's photos holding the exact same plushie. I had only seen that photo once, but it burned into my memories. A sensitive and timid soul, I held onto these memories tightly. The Sainsbury family must have selected me for a good reason. Every time I threw out the plushie, Craig would buy me an identical one, claiming it was my favorite plushie. The more I pretended to love the plushie, the more Craig loved me. Si

Fuchsia said. “Purple, you’re not going to fight me?” Black asked. Purple glared at her brother. “Do you want me to? I’ll find the amygdala in your brain and feed it to you.” Black sighed. “Thank goodness.” “But—wait! Which one of you is gay? Is it you?!” Purple hissed at her brother. “No, ah!” Black replied quickly. Purple looked at Grey on the laptop. “So, you?” “Not me either. Maybe bisexual? Because we like both girls and guys. It just so happens that I got captivated by my baby boy,” Grey said with a smile.

He looked at me as he heard me coming out of the bathroom. "Thanks for the shirt. I'll go now," I said and started to head for the door. "Wait!" I halted. "Stay for a minute. The party is kinda boring," he said. True. It was kind of lame. Spilling beer on the former high school bad boy was the most interesting thing that happened so far. I sat down on the chair in front of him. "You are one of the Brown sisters, aren't you?" he asked. "Yeah! I'm the ugly one!" I blurted out.

They expected less for Mizu to win based on what her performance was showing. There's this group of three people in a very loud conversation, wearing a dark purple cloak with a crest of a black wolf showing its mighty canine teeth and an entrancing dark purple flower surrounding the creature— the Wolfbanes of the West House. They sit comfortably on the couch while facing some of their kohai's and boastfully saying with their loud ducky voice that can be heard throughout the area: "If I was in that game, the two of them will turn into a pulp in a single minute." the guy in the center of the three said with full of confidence.

Cindy sulks. "Where are my manners?" he said candidly and stepped out of the hot tub, wearing only black swimming trunks. He then grabs a towel and walks towards Ava and Cindy as he continues to dry his hair. "I'm Henry Glass, the owner of this cafe." Ava was just brought back to reality when he offered his right hand. Subconsciously she shook it too. I might have discovered a nasty secret but it's their business. I can't go back empty handed, now that Claire and Dave want a fresh start.

I make another brew instead and take it to him, noticing the frown that lines his face for a quick moment before it's replaced by a complacent look. His black and gold tux stands out on his body and that in turn makes him stand out. I can imagine how plain i am compared to him, in lilac and faded lilac. It looks good on me in a way i know only i can pull off, but it still isn't compareable to black and gold. William's eyes flicker to mine and he drops the steaming mug of liquid carefully. "Purple looks good on you Greg." I nod "Thank you for the compliment.'"