Purple Mood Board Novels & Stories

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”

Emma’s POV It started with a P*******t board. Then a few saved I*******m posts. Then three tabs open to vintage crib options, all in blush tones and sage green. “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t go crazy,” I muttered to myself as I scrolled through yet another collection of handmade mobiles shaped like woodland creatures. From the couch, Xander raised a brow. “Is that your seventh tab this morning?” “Ninth,” I admitted without shame. “But I’m narrowing it down.”

“Maya, I have a new moodboard. Don’t be mad.” “I haven’t had your coffee yet. You have thirty seconds of diplomatic protection.” She handed me the board with a face far too enthusiastic for someone who might have just brought me a brand-new problem. I looked at it. Soft linens. Olive branches. Lemon place cards. Low candlelight. Handwritten menus. No screaming gold. No chandeliers in the trees. No swans. I raised an eyebrow. “You’re learning.” Gracie almost bounced. “Right?” “Don’t get too excited. I can still hate it when I see page two.”

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.

*** Light grey eyes stare back at me through the mirror, that’s if you can even call them grey. I add another coat of mascara and then return the wand to its tube, I pinch my cheeks a few times, hoping to give some spark of life into my appearance, I’ve always been pale, and no, not just my skin, I mean all of me, my hair is white, not platinum blond or grey, I mean snow white, on sunny days you can see some highlights of blue and hints of silver in it. My eyes are a very light grey on a good day, when I'm feeling emotional you can see flecks of silver like someone sprinkled broken chips of the full moon on my pupils. The freakiest thing I tell you. At least the hair on my eyebrows is a few

“Please, have a seat.” I smiled politely. “Thank you. I believe we’re here to review the progress of the DreamSpace project.” They nodded, and I began. I spread the plans across the table — the floor layouts, 3D renderings, and mood boards my team had worked tirelessly on. “This is the updated color scheme,” I said, pointing at the display. “We’ve kept the neutral palette you requested, but added depth with bronze accents. The lobby layout has been redesigned to improve natural lighting, and—”

she quickly linked back. Her words made him smile because her home was incredibly tidy. A place for everything and everything in it's place. Kaynon found himself in her office at the back of the house where he first observed her through her big bay windows overlooking her back yard. His eyes tailed over all her paperwork and over her bulletin board. The only messy part of her home was her board, littered with pictures and hand written sticky notes. The board underneath had a map of the town. Each picture was in the location the bodies were found with bullet points of evidence found at the scene. Some had red thread wrapping around the pin holding them up with a tag hanging from the string wi

She said bowing to me. “You have 24 hours to get a plan together or I will end your existence.” I growled before I left the room. The ritual always leaves me hard as a rock, so I headed to my pleasure room to seek a release. The room is nothing but a bed and hundreds of lush pillows. A few sex slaves writhe on the bed ready for my presence. The potion I gave them kept- them in a constant aroused state making it easy to enter any of them I chose. They all resemble my precious Blue Moon Wolf. Stalking towards them, they begin to call to me, begging for me to pleasure them. I dive into the mass of trembling flesh, allowing them to ravage me.

"It's literally a Blue Moon." He released his grip while apologizing as he took a step back, Luna Dani gliding my hair back to where it had been while I stared between the two of them, I could feel that my cheeks were flushed now. Would others react in such a way? Is it a big deal that it's blue?

The table was covered in sketches, swatches, and tension. "It's too soft," Liam said. He was standing by the window, looking at a mood board Aurora had spent three days curating. He wasn't wearing his jacket. His sleeves were rolled up. He looked like a CEO who was about to fire someone. "Soft?" Aurora repeated, her voice dangerously calm. She was sitting at the head of the table, a pencil in her hand that she was very tempted to snap. "It's silk, Liam. Silk is soft. That is the point."