Red White Royal Blue 2 Novels & Stories

Colors blurred in his vision as his hands tore through the last of them—another red… a purple… and— His fingers stopped so abruptly the rest of the stack slid against his gloves. For a heartbeat, his heart did the same. There. Not Nochten red. Not the dull browns of local estates and their endless petty commerce. Not any of the familiar stamps that meant delay and procedure and more waiting. Royal blue. The color hit him like air after drowning—clean and violent in the chest. His shoulders loosened on instinct before he could stop them, the release so sudden it felt almost painful. The Postmistress’s shrill protest, the postman’s reaching hands, even the bite of winter at his throat—all of i

She held up the cards. There were two colors. Red and blue. Whatever that meant, my pulse was hammering. “I prepared a wonderful reunion that will go better with a game.” She held up two cards. Red and blue. “Pick a card,” she directed at Vincent. “Red or blue?”

The room was decorated in pink and blue. The room was a wonderland of colors and creativity, perfectly tailored for the twins. On one side, the walls were painted a soft pastel pink, adorned with delicate floral patterns and whimsical fairy decals. The bed, covered with a fluffy pink comforter, had a canopy draped in sheer, sparkly fabric, making it look like a princess’s bed. Plush toys, from unicorns to teddy bears, were neatly arranged on shelves, and a little vanity set complete with a mirror and tiny stool stood by the window.

Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings. I began to live under his protection. In those five years we'd been together, we spent countless nights in this rose manor. And he would tell me he would marry me at the end of each one. But it wasn't until now that I realized his promises were worthless. He had given me nothing except the bracelet. False prince, false love, and poor roses... Before the tears fell, I broke the bracelet that didn't really fit. Jeffrey could never keep roses. There were two days left. Then Dad would arrive.

And all boring till Lilies sent Raven the catalogue of their new collection, yet to be launched, asking if we wanted any pieces. We browsed through it and my eyes fell in love with a deep red perfectly tailored suit. "Oh," Raven breathed. "Oh, that's perfect." "It's red. To a wedding." "It's not white or ivory. It's fine." She was already arranging for it to be sent. "And it's stunning. You'd look incredible." I stared at the image. Red was bold. Red would definitely get attention. Red would make a statement. Red was exactly what Victoria would hate.

X-beta informed her the condition she's in, it seem Yubin has caught a very unnatural decease from this world, her symptoms match a record of a decease in this world, so in order to create an antidote enough to cure her illness, X-beta demanded the tea she just bought yesterday. The tea is known as 'Flare Seed' a leaf with a redish rooted texture that covers to a thick protective grovel. The Flare Seed is famous with being a tea from the 'South' a luxurious tea with the fragrance of soft and vivid cotton mallows, like something so sweet it melts your tongue and has the texture to mixed with the common one. This tea is very common but there is two kinds of Flare Seed, one was the common tea f

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

I chew on my lower lip and glances at the monitor: King (orange) Sharpe (purple) Aldair (red) Beckett (blue) Harrington (gold) Blake (silver) Aldair (green) Carver (lime) Dalton (black) Winslow (navy) Fletcher (brown) Sinclair (violet-gray) Ellery (maroon) Vance (cyan) Wright (indigo-red) Danvers (yellow-black) Carstairs (teal) Grayson (olive) Hawthorne (peach) Owsinski (pink)

JD wore a bright blue that set off his suddenly blue eyes from the contacts that he had gotten specifically for the wedding. The dark blue that Waylon wore stood in the place of the indigo of the original ROY G BIV rainbow. At first the plan had been to use the Pride flag – red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. But when they had seen the yellow, changes were made. Neo wore a bright purple shirt and had taken a purple marker and colored Betty’s eyes. He decided that if JD could color his eyes, then he could color the eyes of his tattoo. “It’s about time you got here.” Clarance grinned. “These two were getting out of hand and that one,” he pointed at JD, “is dangerous.” He gave the youn

Each had on a hand-stitched gown of the finest quality made by demons. Arisa's was a long flowing gown which shimmered in the light. The colors of her gown were red and purple. Red signified that she was a blood partner while purple signified royalty, meaning she was MY blood partner. Liz's dress was nice and puffy, at her request, and had the colors purple and white. Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single.