Shades Of Pale Blue Novels & Stories

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.

"Okay, I want something beautiful, that catches the eye immediately, but that isn't to in your face." I say and they all nod their heads, thinking about what I said. “What about dark blues, maybe some light blues inbetween with silver accents?” Asher’s mother suggests and my mother nods her head with a smile. “I like it. Moonlight tones.” She says, I open my mouth to speak but Anna beats me to it. “I like it, but no pastels, just the dark blue with silver.” She says and I nod my head. “Thank you, I was thinking the same.”

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."

"I'm afraid it's true, sir," He starts shaking his head. He takes a deep breath before his eyes start to get glassy. I stay rooted in place as he tries to breathe, placing his hand over his chest. His attempt is in vein; he starts hyperventilating. Before I can move to assist, Sanchez breezes past me and steps into the house.

"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.

Because the man was still crossing the room, and Khyle's eyes were still following him, and the specific quality of attention he was paying was not the attention of a man observing a colleague. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It was something else entirely. And he was going to finish the thought and then he was going to put it away and never take it out again. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> So many variations of blue crammed into so small a space. Like he'd searched the world, then hijacked it, raided it, strong-armed it, and finally stolen every possible shade, from the crystal clear Caribbean sea to the dark open oceans of the Atlantic.

that is how my life in the Volatile Hounds came to an end. Blinking away those memories, Nathan noticed that dawn was approaching as he made his way through the silent corridors of his home. Nathan paused by a window as the beautiful morning rays shone through and warmed his pale skin. His crimson red and Amber orbs stared into the sky for a moment as he began to wonder what would happen.