Red White Royal Blue 2 Novels & Stories

He smirks, back to his carefree self. “Guess that would make for a smoother transition to power.” I joke. Colton and Grant join us shortly along with the Mabry twins. We finish eating, and I go to find Lindsey who is staring at color swatches that look extremely similar. “I think I like blushing rose better than perfectly peach. It’s got less of an orange hue. You said orange wasn’t your color before. Besides it goes better with bright white. You’d probably want more of a cream color with the perfectly peach.” Lindsey says, holding two of the swatches up at the light.

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."

I knew she would listen. I ran into work, dodging past the bleary-eyed morning shoppers and exhausted-looking mothers. The sun was just pulling itself out of the horizon, making its tedious trek up the sky to give us light for the day. I felt its weak glow on my back before it disappeared behind a cloud. The second I arrived, I saw Adeia near the entrance immediately. She was wearing a pale blue dress that reached past her ankles. It trailed lightly on the floor behind her and in my opinion, she looked like a goddess. It suited her perfectly.

They took me from handsome Logan to even more handsome Logan. My suit fit me like a glove, and its royal blue hue exuded a regal charm. The fabric draped beautifully, hugging me in a fitted elegance. The jacket, embellished with delicate accents, framed my shoulders with a confident silhouette. The royal blue trousers completed the ensemble, tailored to perfection. As I adjusted the crisp white shirt and secured a matching royal blue tie, the ensemble spoke of sophistication.

If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent red, etc. He asked me to wear RED but didn’t tell me the exact shade of red. "What are these for?" I heard Mom's voice. I tu

He says and I giggle, rolling my eyes. "You're such an idiot. I really want you to help so you're going to help." I say with finality in my voice. He sighs and sits up straight. "Royal blue looks nice." He says and I nod agreeing with him. "With a few hints of gold or silver?" I ask and he nods. "But that's also an over used theme, don't you think?" He asks and I nod. "Why don't we go with the gold and white you chose first. It's simple yet elegant. Just to your liking and mine." He say and I look at him and shake my head.

Prince Ron, who was sitting in Zedekiel's private library, reading a book, suddenly sneezed. The white and red Fox on his shoulder rubbed it's head against Prince Ron's cool cheek, purring softly. "Someone is definitely gossiping about me." Prince Ron mumbled. He was adorned in burgundy-hued robes intricately woven with threads of silver and mint green, creating an elegant tapestry of blossoming flowers that adorned the hem and sleeves. The colour of the robes complemented his red hair and green eyes. Ever since he realized red was the best colour for him, he had asked the Royal Couturier to make him more robes in different shades of red. He couldn't wait for his beloved to come back and see

Tristan was by his mother for the weekend which was great because I needed a little space for girl time. "I'm thinking blue is the best bet for me," Erica told us pointing at a puffy blue dress on her laptop screen. "Uh, no blue is such a Quinceada vibe. I think red is much more classy. What do you think Emma?" Victoria said to me. "Uh um, I agree with Erica, but a royal blue. It's more classy than the light blue." I told them jumping out of my thoughts. "Great, someone has taste." Erica laughed.

I thanked her, choosing to remain polite and calm. “Please don't. Because I don't think I was of any help.”She responded without a hint of a smile on her face. “Here is your new uniform, my lady.” I reluctantly accepted the red and white uniform she handed me. Pure white represents the lowest rank in the palace. My former uniform was blue and white, representing servants who serve the royal family, and a red and white uniform is the highest but still belongs to servant status. If I wasn't a human or at least a noble human, my uniform would be pure red.

I didn’t move. “I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered. “I want you.” “Don’t do anything you can’t take back, Nathan,” I whispered, but I still didn’t step away. I couldn’t. I wanted this. Wanted him. He gave the smallest nod, and because we were so close, I saw it. I also saw the color of his irises start to bleed outward—dark blue swallowing the whites. “Stop me if you don’t want this,” he whispered.