Violet Pink Background Novels & Stories

He instantly returned a reply. "It's violet! Not purple, douchebag." She replied, adjusting her newly made fringe even I couldn't tell the difference between it's bright colour and pink. It resembled the exact colour of strawberry flavoured ice cream, or a typical barbie pink. Truly, Raya did admire the new hair style. She'd just never have it in pink, or any other attracting colour. Grey, brown, maybe... But never pink!

The note read: Violet, My beautiful love I have had a special team working on this hybrid rose for you. Ever since I saw the blue flame I knew I could find a way to show you my love for you. And to remind you that with both flames working together you can do amazing things to help others. I love you. Love Jaylor. P.S. Move the paper to reveal the other present. As soon as I removed the tissue paper I saw a note on top of a dress. The note said Happy birthday on it. As soon as I read the note I thought could it really be that time already? Is is really my sixteenth birthday today? I look down lost in my own thoughts and they immediately come to a halt as I let out a gasp when I see the dress

“Nah, we don’t want it to be a secret admirer thing. She needs to know they’re from him.” Nodding in agreement, Isobel ticked off another finger. “Dark pink is for appreciation and gratitude. Light pink is admiration, sympathy, grace, joy, and sweetness. Orange is fascination, desire, or enthusiasm. Peach is appreciation, closing the deal, or getting together.” “Seriously,” I murmured, staring at her in awe. “How do you know all this?” Isobel just kept going. “Coral is for desire. Lavender is love at first sight. Yellow with red tips are friendship and falling in love. A mix of red and white roses means—”

It made me wish the ground could just open up and swallow me right there, hiding me from the others. “And what a coincidence. You ended up with a purple dress. Queen Violet’s favourite color. How charming,” she scoffed, adding more spice to the matter. My eyes fell on the dress I was putting on. I didn’t know the color purple was the late Luna’s color. Probably because her name is Violet, just like mine is Evolet. But… Did she send this to me on purpose, just to make fun of me over what happened at the arena? And that wasn’t all. Her dress… it was red and black, just like Fiona’s!

Oh, dear. ‘What a nuisance,’ Zin scoffed. I rolled my eyes, then raised two fingers. "I'll sing two songs but only with Vio—" she growled warningly, "Candytuft," Violet clapped her hands with excitement. Does anyone realise she has violet hair? Like did she dye it? And how is she human? "I'll start!" Where did Khloe abduct this child from?

I took the letter and examined it. It was white at the front, with deep engravings in a cursive pattern on the paper itself, while at its back it had a golden seal and a red and purple ribbon around the seal. The red and purple was a classic touch, Vivanna's favourite colour and the colour of her duchy's crest, while red was his favourite colour. The prince had used this on purpose. Vivanna had been so desperate for affection from him that she would make up her own symbols and inform him.

The rustic colors remind me of Fall in New York city, stunning with blends of oranges, reds, golds and bronzes. My mobile pings again. Kenna the money, I think you ought to know I already sent a file to Isaac. I stare at my message from Violet. What the hell are you talking about? I told you I would get it and that it would take time. What the fuck did you send to him? Oh just some pictures of you back in college.

Sean and Martin both glared down at him, offended. Just then, a sweet fragrance filled the air, and in the next moment, Violet stepped into his line of vision. She hadn’t changed a bit. Her fiery red hair was coiled into a loose bun with loose soft tendrils caressing her cheek and sawn-like neck. Her violet eyes were wide and luminous, vast enough to hold a world of secrets, dreams, and magic. And the curve of her red lips, delicate and full, reminded him of blooming rose petals.

Violet tilted her chin up, beaming as people gathered around her like she was royalty. ‘Some people,’ she drawled, flicking a look in my direction, ‘could design the Mona Lisa out of rhinestones and still die broke. They’ll never get a Laurent invite. It’s tragic, really.’ She even threw in a couple of pity clucks, like a gossiping aunt at a family reunion. Subtlety was not her strong suit. I didn’t even blink. Kept right on sketching. Then my phone dinged. Yvaine had sent a photo of a dress and a message:

"You must be tired after such a long day yesterday." I paused mid-brush and caught her reflection in the mirror. I gave her a small smile, though I wasn't sure if she noticed. Truthfully, it was hard watching her tend to me like this. Especially over something as basic as drawing my bathwater. And yet, refusing it somehow felt cruel. She opened a glass vial, filled with liquid the color of dawn mist, pale and opalescent, like melted pearls. As she poured it into the tub, the water took on a blush of pink that deepened gradually into a rich lavender hue.