Vocaloid Yellow Novels & Stories

She taunted him progressively. He smirked, staring dead into her soul. "You are strange." Isadora didn't smile back, only replying in a flat voice, "You are stranger." This woman was more interesting than he imagined, "It's a pity, I need more than just hypothetical words from you to start anything." Isadora blinked, following her partner's gaze to Vincent who stared at them so intently. He held her much closer and whispered into her ears, as he stared provocatively into Vincent's eyes, he simpered, "A wise person once said, Yellow is not an in-between color, you’re either all in or you’re not. Which are you, Isadora?"

Yandel mocked her voice with an exaggerated high pitched voice. "Hey!" "I don't talk like that," Rachel laughed, hitting him on the shoulders. "Oh yeah you do honey, you don't record yourself talking?" Yandel asked, putting his hands on his chest with fake shock. "Damn Fiona," Yandel chuckled, shaking his head side to side. "I'm not as narcissistic as you anyway, you should be that surprised," Rachel replied. "Is that your excuse for having a terrible voice?" Yandel mocked. "Woah, but you still like to hit me up anyway so you could hear me talk, huh?" Rachel replied, smiling at him sweetly, she knew she got him at this point because he couldn't say anymore, he just kept quiet and looked ahea

— Look how they shine for you… — She put her free hand on my bare thigh again, which gave me a good and very familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was as if countless butterflies were flying around in my stomach. At no time did she look away from the practically empty road, because other cars rarely passed by us, nor did she take her wide smile off her beautiful face. Veronica just hummed the lyrics of a song that had started playing on the local radio to no one in particular. Without paying much attention, I recognized that the song was Yellow by the band Coldplay. On the other hand, I was just admiring it with a mixture of emotions weighing on my heart and causing waves of pure ner

I stepped forward and depressed the wah-wah pedal, beginning my solo on the second refrain. “Take off your mask!” Johnny took hold of his guitar, moved up the fret, and together the four of us jammed the third refrain, a continuous battery of distortion and sonic murder. Finally, another pause and half-beat. The voice that crawled out of his throat wasn’t his own, and it wasn’t Camilla’s, either. It was the voice of Hastur, the true Yellow King. “TAKE OFF YOUR MASK!”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Noah looked back and saw the first two glare at Noah as they flew and he stuck his tongue out at them then went back to following Venux. Venux looked ahead and stared at Venux a bit. She was beautiful, with long pale violet faded white hair, a pale purple dress with white lace on the trims, the sleeves were more of cups just sticking to her skin and revealing her shoulders, bright golden halo, and lace that followed her everywhere for protection. Venux wasn't only gorgeous and pretty but she was also kind-hearted and sweet, and that's why Noah liked having a friend like her.

Just raw, scarred skin where the voice should be. But this time, Yvette didn’t flinch. She lifted the lock of hair. And screamed. The sound tore through the air like fire. The entity recoiled. The ritual circle glowed. Yvette’s voice, cracked and untrained, sang—the lullaby from the dreams. But louder. Fierce. Raw. Each note ripped into the darkness. Each word broke a chain. The figure writhed. And then— It cracked. Splintered. Fell apart into dust.

’ Yellow By Cold Play Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called Yellow So, then I took my turn What a thing to've done And it was all yellow Your skin Oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn in to something beautiful Do you know You know I love you so You know I love you so I swam across I jumped across for you What a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow I drew a line I drew a line for you What a thing to do And it was all yellow And your skin Oh yeah, your skin and bones

in that slow motion voice that sounds like a nineties tape recorder when the tape stuck. The woman was standing there dressed in yellow. She was taller than average and curvy. She wore high yellow heels,they were almost golden in fact and her toes were gaily painted blue. She had on a hat...with a veil. The veil just barely covered her blue eyes and her red lined lips. "Master,you can't replace me master,I was a loving pet,I did everything you wanted...she can never be like me" Master? Why did fuck is she calling him Master?

She nodded her own pain in her eyes. "He will tell you she has the most beautiful French violet eyes, like an endless whirling pool of cyan cornflower blue shading and faint Mikado yellow highlights. At first, you'll think it's brownish gold, but when you look closer, you'll see that it is actually Mikado yellow. When that time comes, he will make you feel like shit, a worthless piece of shit." "I don't think I will ever feel that," I smiled as tears rolled over my lips.