Violet Pink Background Novels & Stories

Jai immediately told him, and Yuta nodded. “I won’t. I’m just taking a look at it.” Yuta said, examining the wound again. He noticed a very faint purple lining around the wound. “It’s close to lilac. Is it diluted or is it the thick one? The Violet Lily? Or is it Gun Petal?” He muttered to himself. “But isn’t Gun Petals pink, brother?” Ruta asked in confusion. “Yes. But the center part of it is thick purple pink. If we squeeze that out, we’ll get a substance that’s purple pink in color. But looking at this lilac color… I don’t think it’s Gun Petals now…” Yuta said.

As always, everything to the boy with the burgundy hair… seemed too obvious. "Very little...I just remember decorating some flowers and colors" she felt frustrated to admit. "Hum..., well, violet has that meaning, it represents shyness and hesitation too, and depending on where you look, it also represents loyalty." "Nice…" those irises that resembled cut amethysts flickered, as for some reason...it looked interesting to know, to memorize. "Yes, and again, it suits you," he repeated, placing his hand in front of his face, only to stare at her.

That bothered Violet more than if he had. Renee’s voice came back, lower now. “There’s something on the glass.” Violet’s blood went cold. “Do not touch it.” “I’m not touching it.” “What is it?” Renee was silent for too long. “Renee.” “It’s a ribbon.” The passage seemed to shrink. Violet’s fingers tightened around the phone until her knuckles hurt. “What color?” No answer. She did not need one. Still, she forced herself to ask again.

I just hope the outcome would be good. I stood and waited on the landing outside her room, Devin in my arms. The little devil is beginning to doze in my arms. Shame he didn’t choose to sleep at night! Before I know it, Violet is stepping from her room. Her long flame red, auburn hair, pulled back into a high pony tail, showing off her beautifully pale skin as well as the delicate features of her face. This girl has cheekbones you could slice cheese on! Not jealous at all! She was dressed in a simple pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top, paired with some chunky black boots. I will make sure my feet stay away from hers today or I will end up with some broken toes!

Violet blurted. "Want me to kick his ass for you? Shall I prank him? His hair is silver, if I put pink hair color in his shampoo we could make him pay for making you mad. Or do you prefer we give him sleep paralysis portion and torture him..." Angela trailed off finding Violet gaping at her, shocked. "Angela. What on earth?" "Come on, it'll be so much fun. I don't understand why you all are so bland. There are no colors in your life." She blabbered, annoyed.

Suddenly, when she looked up at the stage, she caught Dominic's eyes also looking at her, but she just considered it a coincidence, immediately turned around and quietly left. While everyone was having conversations and greeting each other, Violet was alone, bored, watching everyone. Violet today wore a slightly knee-length skirt, a pastel pink dress with lace at the bottom, and the front part, although not gorgeous and bright, exuding a pure and gentle look. Violet wanted to make herself as pale as possible, which was why she didn't want to wear dresses that were too bright. Remembering in her previous life she wore the most gorgeous red dress at the party, but in this life, she didn't.

AUTHOR’S POV Violet rushed into the living room, carrying a pink handbag. Her smile stretched from ear to ear when she saw Henry standing in the middle of the room with a skilled makeup artist who had already set up a small space in the corner. "Alright, Miss Violet, let's get started," the makeup artist said with a smile. "We need to transform you completely, down to the last detail." Violet took a deep breath. "I can't believe we are doing this," she whispered.

The next morning, when Violet wakes up, she hurriedly when to her bathroom and took a shower. She gets dressed for her morning lecture. Today she had a quiz and a presentation. So she needs to wear formal attire. She wears a pencil skirt and light-pink silk blouse with a small ribbon at the collar. She tied her hair with two side braids and half of it, she let it loose. She brushes her bang and put some light make up on her face. Grab her file and her backpack, she hurriedly walks out from her apartment.

But as soon as I get in and lock the door, the lights turn on and I see her, sitting on the couch. I press my lips together and try not to laugh. “What’s so funny?” she asks, “Do you know what time it is?” “Yes. “ “Then why are you laughing? “ Violet is wearing cotton pyjamas with a pink penguin on the front. “You can’t look threatening dressed like this. “ She groans. “You will be the death of me. “ I jump happily and sit next to her. Then I hug her. “Congratulations on the award. “

Violet linked her arm with mine while making our way inside the paint shop. “What color would you like?” “Turquoise.” I grinned. I have always loved that color. I took a dark shade of turquoise and light grey along with other paint supplies that I would need then made our way to buy furniture, such as curtains, a large sofa, a small table, and such things since it was a large room. I wasn’t feeling one bit guilty about spending that much money from our joint account and Violet all but encouraged me to buy more. After that, we went to Pull and Bear, Stradivarius, Mango, Hollister, Forever 21, Oysho, and finally Victoria's secret. My favorite. Every single shop is my favorite.