Rose Violet Novels & Stories

Moreover, Elise had given me the copyrights to three major novels—top-ranked and perennial chart-toppers in order to help me vent my frustration. Many people went wild on her social media. [Did Rosie save your life before? Why did you give her so many novels?!] [Elf, if you're being threatened, just change your profile picture!] Elise immediately changed her profile picture to a shot of me on the set, leaving everyone stunned. My fans burst into laughter. [I knew it! How could someone say Rosie was some kind of evil capitalist who forced Elf to give up her novels?!] [Elf probably has about twenty novels! Give them all to Rosie if you could!]

She had such a good heart. Then she said conversationally, “You know there’s no such thing as black with blue-tipped roses, right?” My mouth sagged open, before I blinked and shook my head, unable to believe what I’d just heard. “Say what again?” “Roses only come in shades of white, red, yellow and purples or variations and mixes between those. Anything else is artificially created.” Still slowly shaking my head back and forth in adamant denial, I said, “No…no, that can’t be right.”

"If I was a color," my sister's voice sounds unusually sultry. "I would be violet." "Why violet?" Tatiana asks. "Because violet is a mysterious color and I have to say I'm full of mysteries." I never thought Mckayla could be so poetic, but then again she's high out of her mind, we all are. Tatiana giggles. "Then I guess I'm green." "Because you love the environment?" Kristen asks, laughing as well.

I must have fallen asleep, into a real deep sleep, the thing I woke up to was someone shaking me awake, it's probably one of the doctors wanting to check on Violet while I'm being in the way. "Mister, mister, let me go," a small voice says, it's not one of my doctors, I opened my eyes and was met with eyes that are a mix of blue and purple. "Violet" I whisper, her eyes are different, the treatment is working, it's changing her, and making them look more purple. "Mister, let me go," she says again, couldn't she remember me from earth. "Had nice sleep, Violet?" I ask her.

Frederick smiled and crouched to help her change, his expression soft as he adjusted the fabric. Even he had to admit it. The dress was stunning. Most little girls gravitated toward pink, but Rose wore purple like it had been made for her. The color brought out the brightness in her eyes, the life in her cheeks. She twirled once, then twice. “Uncle Franklin, I love it,” she declared proudly. “And I’m glad they’re in different colors. One for each outing day.” Franklin laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “You look beautiful, my princess.”

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

They have a blue centre but a purple outer shade on the petals. When Rayne saw them, she told me she had to have them because they reminded her of my flames in my horse form. The red roses she chose to signify herself as her mare is red, thus making the colour scheme a blend of the two of us. She is radiant and she is all mine. Soon she will be my queen and I vow to always be worthy of her love for as long as we both live.

“I put on make-up, not really good at it but I’m quite decent if I say so myself.” Krister could only nod his head as Rojean had left already to the walk-in closet to change before grabbing Sei’s mask on the table, his eyebrows furrowing. She came out with a different bag than what Krister intended for her to use, from a black to a red one. “This bag is cuter, I want this more. It still goes with the outfit anyway.” she said, feeling as if there was something lacking in her appearance. She blocked out her mind and her face dropped the expressions it had before walking towards Krister. “Now?”

Rosalie's POV Monday morning, I stood in front of twenty-three first graders and taught them about colors. "Red and blue make purple," I said, holding up the two paint jars. "Yellow and blue make green. Red and yellow make orange." I set them down on the demonstration table. "These are primary colors. They're the building blocks of every other color." Twenty-three little faces looked back at me with varying levels of attention. Priya, in the front row, was completely focused. The boy beside her was drawing on his hand with a marker he definitely wasn't supposed to have. I confiscated it without interrupting my lesson.

Rose swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to sound firm, “I’ll be back before you even miss me.” “Oh, but what a touching scene...” The sound of the female voice made the two break their embrace, alarmed, and, looking at the now fully open door, Rose saw the last person she expected: her cousin Violet , wearing a long, elegant cream-colored dress that would make anyone think she was the bride there. “And I’m glad you know that this deal with Aaron won’t last long, Rose. If I know him well, I think he’s going to want na annulment as soon as he looks at you. Don’t get me wrong, but you’re not exactly his type.”