Purple Mood Board Novels & Stories

she says, beckoning me over. I nod, shrugging off my coat and hanging it by the door before heading toward the large communal desk where a few team members have gathered. The table is cluttered with sketches, mood boards, and fabric samples. I take a seat at the head, pulling the designs closer for a better look. “What’s the issue?” I ask, scanning the layouts. Lisa points to a set of images on one board. “The colors don’t feel cohesive with the theme we’re going for. It’s supposed to be minimalistic, but this looks... cluttered.”

Naomi popped another gummy bear into her mouth as she leaned over my shoulder, scrolling through my P*******t board. "Delilah, honey, you can't have a wedding with a color palette called 'muted oat.' It sounds like a bowl of sad oatmeal," Carla rolled her eyes. I looked up from the open laptop where I was scrolling through an inspiration board, a sigh escaping my lips. "It's basically champagne and ivory. The site just calls it that."

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

When I walked closer to check on it, I halted abruptly, seeing Violet standing up. “Violet?” My eyebrows knitted, and my heart pounded, remembering how she showed up last night. “What are you doing here?” Instead of answering me, Violet raised a white paper board with a word written on it. “Will” “You,” Green grinned, standing up and showing his board. Blue raised his board, then the twins with words on each paper board. “Will You Be Our Mommy?” They all said in chorus. Upset, I opened my mouth, wanting to ask if this was another of Red’s jokes, but Katie surprised me, standing up and giggling as she lifted the paper board upside down. Violet groaned, running toward her, fixing it.

RAINE’S POV The evening hue coloured the sky, and we were all half-sprawled across the living room floor, surrounded by fabric samples, loose sketch paper, and the packs of food we’d already devoured earlier. Finally locking in one full design for the upcoming release, we agreed this would be a bang. Chloe had already tagged it with her “it-girl moment” design. “We just need one more,” she said, sitting cross-legged in front of her laptop, eyes scanning our shared mood board.

According to his ex-girl, his mate Angel says he's a "creative, fun spirit." Damien had also changed from the Carefree, fun Spirit to a very cold-hearted sarcastic bastard. There is Cora, age twenty, who is mated to Demien. Cora is an extremely warm individual gifted with the ability to love the people around her passionately. She has always had strong maternal instincts, and Cora is very kind and gentle. The people around her are genuinely drawn to her gentle personality. Those always made birthdays memorable by making her favorite breakfast or surprising her during either lunch or dinner with presents. It was her 18th birthday, the day she would find her soulmate, or so she was told, but t

She will decide its fate, and will map out wedding colors before I’ve even decided if I want a first date. And I’m not there yet. I’m just… here. Excited, curious, and hopeful in a way that feels dangerous. When we hang up, the house feels charged again, but this time it’s steady, productive energy. I carry my laptop to the small dining table, open my design software, and begin drafting presentation slides immediately. Mood boards. Color palettes. Lighting concepts. I move with focus, precision, and determination. And somewhere beneath the excitement, beneath the fluttering anticipation of tomorrow's meeting, a quiet thought surfaces.

It feels so heavy I might die. I don’t know how but my feet brought me our old lawn. It was still the same as it was 8 years ago. I don’t know how is that possible but with the thoughts that’s currently running through my head right now, I do not have space for more. I walked to our backyard. It’s where the beauty is. We filled our backyard with different plants and orchids as my parents really love nature. It’s like a greenhouse only the walls are little trees and the roof is grape vines. We emptied the pool, put grass and yes, surrounded it with plants called iris flowers, yes, just like my name. Iris means rainbow, thus the various colors of irises surrounding us. But since my favorite is

She spread several palettes across my desk carefully. Bright primary colors. Neons. Rainbow concepts. Bold themes. I rejected almost all of them instantly. “Too loud,” I said immediately. Timi nodded. “Agreed.” She held up another sample. “What about this? Soft yellow with muted blue.” I stared at it for a second. “No. Eli would call it ‘confused toothpaste colors.’” Timi blinked once. Then burst into laughter. “Oh, I like him already.” Eventually she pulled out another palette.

I printed both side by side and held them at arm’s length the way I always did, squinting slightly, trying to see them the way a stranger walking into a hotel lobby for the first time would see them. One combination worked. I circled it. It steadied me, the way it always had. There was something a mood board could not lie to you about. A color either worked or it didn’t. A headline either landed or it sat there, dead on the page, refusing to be anything more than words. I taped the two font samples to the wall beside my desk and stepped back to look at them again, and for eleven whole minutes I did not think about shares, or foundations, or a man sitting on a cold floor three hours north of