Sinful Colors Endless Blue Novels & Stories

They were the canvas for my next masterpiece. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small vial of concentrated methylene blue, a medical grade dye. In small doses, it’s harmless. In "Jean-Pierre" doses, it has a very specific side effect: it turns the consumer’s skin a delicate, sickly shade of Smurf, the blue ones. "One drop for the Prince," I whispered, my accent slipping into something vaguely resembling a Bond villain. "Two drops for the Marriage Merger. And three drops because he tried to play father to my children.”

I adored him in every kind of suit, but, for some reason, his sexiness reached a whole new level when he wore any shade of blue. "Blue." Voicing that one word again filled my whole body with strange agitation. "Oh, that's perfect!" Veronica exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "We have a perfect design for decorations with light-blue and—" "No. " I shook my head with confidence. "It cannot be light-blue. The shade must be darker, like cobalt blue, navy blue, or... indigo blue. "

"Lisa asked me to come. I'm happy to help her." "Of course you are," Genevieve said taking a delicate sip of her champagne. "Such a loyal friend." Lisa squeezed my hand. "Can Celeste get fitted for her dress today? I want her in something navy blue, I think. It'll look beautiful with her coloring." Genevieve's smile tightened. "Navy? For a her? Lisa darling, navy is so… somber. This is a celebration. Perhaps something in a lighter shade but Celeste has such a unique… figure. We may need to find a designer who specializes in more challenging proportions."

She didn't protest when his hands held her legs to remain open. Gillian was not pulling at his hair anymore. Her fingers cupped the back of his head and encouraged him. She dug her head to the pillows and closed her eyes very tightly. A light sheen of perspiration appeared on her clear skin. Her small teeth bit her under-lip to refrain from releasing her loud moans. A kaleidoscope of colors had appeared in the darkness. It was a small orb of sensations created by the stimulating mouth of Rye. Her sweaty body was slippery and shaking. Her fingers clutched at the downy pillow. There was a vibrating force inside her. It swirled and churned to the tempo of the twirling tongue.

Not even a message. I scroll through my phone again, pretending I’m checking the time. Nothing. Elena texts me some random meme about school drama, Chiara asks if I’m coming to class, but the one name I want to see isn’t there. I can still feel him , his touch, his breath, the way his voice went soft when he said my name. It’s like it’s imprinted under my skin. And now… nothing. Like he vanished. Maria clears her throat softly. “Miss Aurora? Should I bring your plate?”

Ozrain was referring to the house “It's all...red” Selena said and Ozrain let out a chuckle “Yes, I noticed. It's Aira's favorite color. Epsilon must have loved her so much to go to this extent. The house and his life are all about Aira, wasn't it?” Ozrain's eye scanned around the room. “How could I have missed it? My beta in love with my mate? I will never know...” he dropped his head down looking at his hands, which are clasped together on the dining table. Selena gently grabbed his hands

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

Rainbow Me: where are we going? Blue : Stirling Me: how are we gonna get there? If we swim from here, we'll have to be human and travel again She sighed Blue: Close your eyes Me: why Blue : just do it Me: okay, I'll close them I closed them and two minutes later she tapped me Me: should I open now? Blue: yes, you're free I opened my eyes and we were in a different place Me: where are we?

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.

Three rapid pounds against the door had me pinching the bridge of my nose, “I could have used a few more minutes.” Finn chuckled before Enzo kicked open the door, dragging Sin along with him, “Are you two done fucking now?” “Didn’t fuck him,” I grinned, crossing my arms over my chest. “And I’m not a man who can shift into a wolf,” Enzo rolled his eyes. “You gonna tell me the sky isn’t blue next?” I arched a brow, “Sin, could you walk over to the window and let me know what color the sky is currently?” The sun was setting and instead of the typical blue, the sky was bright oranges and pinks, with a hint of purple.