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Dear Jayla Parker, my gorgeous mate, I don't know what purple violets symbolize or what purple stands for in a relationship. All I know is that I thought of you as soon as I set my eyes on these. They are pure, simple yet breathtakingly beautiful like you, my gorgeous mate. I couldn't help but bring these for you. I am too chicken to come directly to you and hand them over, but I hope you like it. Yours truly, Tyler PS: Chase is budging me because I didn't mention him so here it is

The room stills. Not just in silence but in energy. The kind that makes the hairs on your arms lift before a storm hits. I turn to Thalia. Her body hasn't moved, but her eyes. They're glowing. Not yellow, not orange, or blue. Definitely not red but purple. Purple. A deep, luminescent violet that pulses like it has its own heartbeat. Shaun takes a step back toward the door. “Yeah. That’s not normal.” “No shit,” I breathe.

So charming. But rather than me, I know someone who would be perfect wearing it. Violet. Of course not me. Purple is her color. It's not an official rule but she's loved the color since we were toddlers. She has a rag doll in a purple dress. Wearing her color somehow feels wrong in so many ways "It's so beautiful but is there the other?" "how about this?" she shows another color. Crimson. So gallant embroidered with roses that looks so real. "um.. actually I was looking for something softer" I was embarrassed after saying it.

“Purple... purple... where is the purple?” Her gaze swept right past Toby, whose face was practically bursting with arrogant anticipation. “Ah! Found him!” The witch’s eyes locked firmly onto Logan. She pointed a trembling, ecstatic finger directly at him and shouted to the room, “He carries the purple aura! He is the fated mate! The omnipotent purple!” The moment the words left her mouth, every ounce of color instantly drained from Toby’s face, leaving him deathly pale.

"He has a phone and he's watching it online." "Ohh.. a childish act." I smiled as I could imagine him watching the Spongebob series inside his office. "But I'm curious, Belle. Why do you love purple? Because it looks like all your things were purple. The wall here in your office, your dress at the engagement party, the motif of your wedding and your freaking car! They were all purple." A light chuckle escaped through my lips. "Because purple is my favourite colour. It represents creativity, wisdom, dignity, peace and independence."

I looked at the girl who had just called me a whore. She stood a few feet away, her posture stiff, arms crossed in front of her chest like she had something to prove. She was a bit chubby, the kind of build that suggested she didn’t care much for the gym but also wasn’t shy about who she was. Her hair was a bright, artificial shade of purple, the kind that turned heads whether she wanted the attention or not. The bright color clashed with her skin tone in a way that seemed intentional, as if she wanted to challenge the very idea of beauty itself. Tattoos crawled up her arms—roses, skulls, the occasional random phrase, all mashed together in a chaotic display of rebellion.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three entwining tails split open. One could see a new tail rushing out of her body before it soared into the sky and swayed. The fourth tail had been awakened. Furthermore, this tail that contained a little purple shade looked extremely dignified. “It turned out purple,” Serene exclaimed with a crackling voice. “What does purple mean?” asked Lena. “The Nine Tails tribe’s awakened tail symbolizes a kind of awakened supernatural power. It changes colors according to different attributes and levels. Purple ranks second, indicating that the level of the awakened supernatural power is very high.”

I paused the music and stood up, facing her. My eyes glinted with admiration for the young lady. I smiled as I took a mental note of her outfit. As usual, she was dressed in purple. Her love for purple right from her childhood days was so obvious. She had her closet filled with purple items ranging from wigs to shoes, to clothes, to jewelry and other fashion accessories. Her room was aesthetically painted in purple. Her room was decorated with different shades of purple and lilac. I have never seen anyone so obsessed with the colour purple like Kimberly White. Everyone knew her as Purple. The nickname had stuck to her since her childhood days.

His hips ground against mine as he whispered my name over and over, a mantra only he knew this intimately. Vetur flared, energy zinging through me. My power was back. It reached for him and his fire answered. In a daze, I watched as they mingled and became one. Pure white and glacial blue intertwined with burning red, vibrant yellow, and glowing orange. It was majestic. My Vetur and his fire.

Noticing Violet's disinterest in any further conversation, the shopkepper went around the shop to pick a few items and when he was done, he went back to Violet was still standing. “These.. are purple and white tunics, they suit your tanned skin. I also got you nice leggings made from the best leather in Star clan.” Violet's slender fingertips glided through the fabrics and she smiled after stroking them a multiple times, “I'll take them then.” She clarified, reaching to her baggy trousers right pocket. “Violet,” a soothing voice said, bringing her to a halt. She had never heard the voice before and, Piggy definitely didn't sound like that—