Purple Haze Requiem Novels & Stories

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.

The sky was an otherworldly blue, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. I looked around in awe, my exhaustion forgotten. This was Valtor. Merilla led me through another thick forest, this one unlike any I had ever seen. The trees here had leaves with a purple hue, their colors vibrant and mesmerizing. The moss that covered the forest floor was a soft, vivid blue, creating a lush, inviting carpet. Toadstools dotted the ground, glowing with a bioluminescent pink light that cast an otherworldly glow over everything. Despite my exhaustion, the beauty of this place captivated me. My eyes drank in every detail, like sponges soaking up water

The rain had transitioned into a heavy, oppressive fog by six o'clock the next morning, swallowing the tops of the skyscrapers. Xavier walked into the wood-paneled conference room of the municipal records office, his face set in stone. He had gotten less than two hours of sleep, his mind still tormented by the phantom sensation of Selah’s hair between his fingers and the taste of her breath against his lips. Instead of a standard city zoning committee, he walked into an absolute ambush.

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!