Sinful Colors Endless Blue Nail Polish 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.

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."

Without hesitation, Gillow made the necessary arrangements, and soon, Arda was seated, her feet soaking in warm, scented water as a female nail technician in her late twenties, prepared for her session. Gillow remained beside Arda, flipping through a color catalog as she made her choice. She picked a shade of sky blue—almost white, delicate and serene. He nodded approvingly, his gaze flickering from the color sample to her. "Good choice," he said, his tone carrying the weight of genuine admiration. Encouraged, she leaned in slightly and whispered, "I want to try fixing my nails for the first time." His response was immediate, a firm shake of his head. "No."

I swallowed hard, picking up the ballet pink polish. I painted her nails carefully, making sure each one was perfect. Thea held her hands still, watching with rapt attention as the nearly-nude polish transformed her fingertips. Just for fun, I added a touch of glitter to the top of hers, and added some to mine as well. When I was finished, she admired them in the lamplight, turning her hands this way and that.

"I was saying that I think the colour scheme should be gold and black. Classic with a twist. We don't want white or silver because obviously we want to save those colours for the wedding. What do you think?" Dasha's long, beautifully lacquered magenta nails flashed as she fanned out an impressive spread of colour samples across the coffee table in front of them. Shaun had managed to live 34 years without knowing that there were so many different shades of gold. "Uhhh, that one." She pointed at one of them.

I heaved a sigh and went upstairs again, eyeing Alessandro’s bedroom door I headed towards mine. Not knowing what to do, I glanced at the nail polishes on my dresser. I sat on my bed and chose a bright red color, it made me feel bold and confident like I could just burst through his bedroom door and please him the way he did to me. I carefully put the red nail polish on my nails, the color resembled blood like the blood that gushed out of that man's body. I fanned my hands out while my nails dried, blowing on them until it's good enough, and then painted my toenails.

the nail tech asked. I looked over at Mer. “What do you think? Something soft and classy?” She nodded. “Nude or blush pink. It’ll go with your dress.” I smiled and nodded. “Blush pink, please. And short. I don’t want to scratch the babies.” As the nail techs got to work, buffing and shaping, Mer leaned toward me. “You know, you’re glowing even more now than you were before we left.” I laughed. “I think it’s the sugar scrub.”

I turned to the other side immediately and came back to my senses. 'What the fuck are you thinking of Adam?. Don't try to give show emotions to others, whom you know will never give back the same.' I reminded myself. I sighed and looked at the manager who was asking Evelyn for the colors. I saw Evelyn stuttering, this stupid girl is stutter and I can see the redness still on her face. I smirked looking at her. Finally, Celine said the colors, and seriously? Turquoise blue and light blue. What's their deal with blue?.

“Close your eyes, your highness.” I did and some minutes later, I opened my eyes to see a disaster. My mouth dropped open. She put so much black eye shadow that it caked on my eyelids and it felt heavy. The lipstick was pure black and it looked like she put clear lipgloss on and caked it with black eyeshadow. The blending of foundation and concealer didn’t sit well. All in all, the makeup was a disaster. I smiled at her forcefully and asked her. “What inspired you? This is lovely!!!"

I heaved a sigh and went upstairs again, eyeing Nikolai's bedroom door I headed towards mine. Not knowing what to do, I glanced at the nail polishes on my dresser. I sat on my bed and chose a bright red color, it made me feel bold and confident like I could just burst through his bedroom door and please him the way he did to me. I carefully put the red nail polish on my nails, the color resembled blood like the blood that gushed out of that man's body. I fanned my hands out while my nails dried, blowing on them until it’s good enough and then painted my toenails.