The Purple Guy Novels & Stories

I placed my hand lightly over the back of his and said gently, "Alright." "Really?!" Simon clearly hadn't expected me to agree so easily. He chatted with me excitedly for a few moments, then we headed downstairs together. On the first floor, everyone was gathered around having a barbecue. My gaze swept across the crowd before landing on a greasy-haired, pot-bellied man standing in the corner. Jay Heston was a colleague from my department. Not only was he older, unhygienic, and sloppy, but his character was just as bad—he often harassed people in our department in private. To us, he had never been a decent person.

"Bunny…. I'm so sorry that our trip had to end in such a short while. I promise when this is sorted, I will plan greater tons of pleasures for you" As they made to stand up, Purple's phone rang. It was from Ellen. "Hello Ellen, can I call you back? I'm pretty busy right now" "Have you seen or heard the news?" Ellen asked impatiently "What news? The murder?" "Yes… the murder. One of the bodies was identified, to be frank" "Frank? The tech guy in our department?" "Yes… I'm so mortified purple. He was such an innocent, kind-hearted man. Why did he have to die in such an unfortunate way"

1 hour later... A man with purple hair was lying on the grass uncaringly, full of black hues and red hues on his face and to his body. 'The grass, it was a bit pointy yet perfect for the mood. You may guess what happened, right?' He thought. That man is Luis Park. "I fought, I beat them, I lost. Sigh... After that, I did not get anything but this sorry state. I was like the villain. I did not miss them. They messed me. So I messed them up. And that I became a villain.

The opening of the executive office door precisely at 10:00 AM marked the beginning of Elena Marquez’s new life, but for Damien Black, it was the abrupt, overwhelming end of a fifteen-year search. He stood fixed by the vast window, the cityscape a meaningless backdrop against the sudden, shocking reality of her presence. He had orchestrated this; he had bought this moment with ruthlessness and corporate leverage. Yet, seeing her step across the threshold, breathing the sterile air of his control, was a sight he was utterly unprepared for.

We moved forward and after a while, the lights were turned on. " Welcome to the Purple Mafia", a middle-aged Mexican man with lots of tattoos said in a very deep resonating voice. I looked at him as a smirk built up on my face, " Are you ready to make a deal with the devil?", I said to him with a sinister look in my eyes. He smirked back and I knew right there that a powerful coalition had been formed.

I've seen him before in some capacity, but I can't place him. His complexion was the color of creamed coffee, and his hair was a shade or two darker than burnt brown. It's a bit on the lengthy side. It is sufficiently long that it curls behind his ears, preventing it from getting in his face. I don't know why, but I really want his hair to be falling forward. I wish those eyes, which are too blue, would gaze at me through the silky strands rather than directly at me. It's possible that I'm not good enough to be looked at when there's nothing standing in our way. It's possible that everyone else has it figured out, but the guy who doesn't put any distance between us is completely off base. "Y

"And where did you got the guts to say this to me? Are you trying to say that I am not taking the situation seriously?" Purple Smoke eyed the man intently. Her eyes were narrowed, a sign that she was offended at how this lowly person in front of her question her. "Forgive me, my lady. I didn't mean to. I will take any punishment for what I've said." The man fell on his knees while his head was still lowered down. "Well, if you say so, then who am I to refuse your suggestion? I'm a kind person." One corner of Purple Smoke's lips raised into a devilish smirk. And then, the color of her eyes changed into a glowing purple.

Their lives and death would be in the Underworld. The Hyenas’ eyebrows were collectively convulsed due to the shocking declaration. “That…” Smiley had nothing to say. “My little one… why?” The purple-haired man frowned with teary eyes. Everyone was gasping yet again. That purple-haired guy was interesting. He showed no expression to them as if he treated the rest of them as barking dogs. However, his emotion became rich whenever he faced his little one. And on top of that, he was just eye candy. He was handsome and had a brusque yet mysterious aura. It piqued everyone’s interest.

The moon suddenly turned purple, Sharmaine called for the purple-haired girl to appear, a power that Sharmaine had hidden and didn't want to use. Nanami Vincent surprise. Sharmaine flew high, purple moonlight covered Sharmaine like that time. Her whole body became a purple light. Sharmaine's hair turned purple, and her eyes also turned purple. This is what Neva looks like. "Neva?" The purple haired girl walked over to Sharmaine, she smiled, and extended her finger, Sharmaine also extended her hand. Two fingers touched, Sharmaine appeared, Neva appeared. "What? You want to fight Neva right?" Sharmaine wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes purple like gems.

He looked at Purple, smiling at her, "We didn't know that the great sister-in-law is this beautiful." "Idiot. How about you introduced us to her first ?" Ben proposed. Purple smiling at the three unfamiliar good looking boys, "Hello. Nice meeting you all." As she extends her hand to the three. Ben took it, "Ben. Ben Bertin" Purple made an o shape on her mouth. She knew about his company. The next one shook her hand with a bit of firmness, "Chris Robbin. I was the head of the Vance car accident case and millers case." Purple bowed at him as she thanked the guy.