Shades Of Pale Blue Novels & Stories

He could easily snap me in two. His skin is clear blue, like the ocean on a summer's day. The hair on his head is lighter in color, a pale blue that is almost white and cut short on the sides with more length up the middle. It looks perfectly messy, like he just woke up and only pulled his fingers through it. His jaw is sharp and has a light stubble, his nose is broad and slightly flat, and his eyes have a beautiful, shining purple color. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, even if he is blue.

I start. "... and maybe light colours." Tiffany adds. "We have a moss green that would look fabulous on the ceiling."Molly says. "Do you have light blue, pink and gold?" Britney asks. "Light Blue, White, light coral, orchic shade and a coffee beige..." Molly answer.

She was amazed at the various shades that it offered; the wonder of ombre colors that it created, from the stunning shades of pale blue, regular blue, dark blue, light blue-green to dark green, and so on in other groups of pigments. "You can get one and draw your favorite cartoon character. Just make sure to take care of it." Erika continued to speak even if Via never minded her words. "Only make sure to take care of it. I secretly stole it from my sister," Angela whispered with a smile on her face.

he asked her, his eyes looking at the dark blue water which stretched for miles and miles. "It can mean many things, there is light blue and dark blue. The water is dark blue in the dark, but when it morning, it turns light. Light blue can mean calm, stability, intelligence and confusion. Dark blue can mean sadness, depression or even communication," she hummed and Grayson nodded slowly.

Halfway through, she started getting frustrated because she couldn’t find the right shade of blue; before she could say or even growl, Tj came to us holding a blue color. “They called this Sunset blue; it’s not too dark, but it’s not too light.”, he says then explains. “This is the color, now I just need to find, glow in the dark-” “I already have that.”, I answered, cutting her off. “Sweet! We just need to find our other friends!”, she says happily.

I turned towards the front porch to see the quadruplets trying their best to compose themselves. Roxie and Blue's daughters looked almost identical to each other. Their blue and brown eyes stood out against their coffee-colored skin that was just a shade lighter than their mom's and uncle's. If it weren't for their different hair colors, it would be damn near impossible to tell them apart. Keahi's hair was azure blue, like the hottest flame. Dhara's was coal black with raven undertones like the deepest dirt. Sharia's was a blue-violet color, like the sky at the highest elevation. And Maya's was a dark navy blue like the deepest water.

I moved the paper aside and gasped. It was a gown made of the most beautiful silk I had ever seen. The color was hard to describe. It wasn't navy, and it wasn't royal blue. It was a deep, icy, shimmering shade of blue that looked like the ocean at midnight. It was cold and beautiful all at once. "It’s... it’s amazing," I whispered, reaching out to touch the fabric. It was cool against my skin. "That color has a name," Cade said, standing behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "In the fashion world, they call it 'Miller Blue.' My mother had it created years ago. It’s the color of my family. It’s the color of my company."

Autumn's standpoint I kicked off my shoes immediately. Cai shut the front door of his mansion. It was the first time I was at his house, and I have to say the house is something, really, really something. He lived in a castle-like mansion with shadow blue, shadow gray, cadet gray, ghost white, and Cambridge blue paintings, tiles, and stones. I didn't see it clearly since it was dark, though the countless lights illuminated the exterior. The interior was glorious, sumptuous, and a clever mixture of floral white, Roman silver, Laurel green, peach-orange, or whatever that pale color is. Some furniture had light shades of maximum blue purple and pastel purple. The colors to me were amazing and s

He narrowed the gap between us even further, his voice becoming quieter and more intimate. “It has colors that shift depending on the current. Sometimes it glows with amber light, like the spark you ignite in my soul when everything feels too heavy. Sometimes it’s pale and soft, like the calm you give me when I can’t catch my breath. And sometimes, when it’s in full bloom, it shines deep blue... like the weightless feeling of being with you, of knowing someone sees me, even the parts I try to hide, the parts that would have me persecuted, and loves all that.”

"For you." Jayda looked at the box and felt something in her chest that was warmer than she was prepared for at ten in the morning before she'd finished her eggs, and she reached for the ribbon and untied it and lifted the lid and inside, arranged in white tissue paper with the care of someone who had thought about it rather than just spent money on it, were irises. Deep blue. The specific shade that sat between violet and midnight, the colour of sky at the hour before it commits to morning. Their petals opened just enough to show the gold at the centre and they were exactly right in a way she felt before she could explain why she felt it.