Why He Purple Novels & Stories

he said while chuckling and walked over to me. “I assure you nothing like that will happen, I have pepper spray,” I said and opened my clutch and showed him the small spray bottle and laughed. “Great,” he said. I put the bottle back in and turned around and began walking. I felt him close the distance between us. “Tell me something about yourself,” I asked him looking ahead. “Huh?” “Anything, tell me something about yourself,” I asked. “okay…” he trailed off. “I don’t like the colour blue,” he said and I just smiled at him.

"Well, no. I have no idea what color dragons are. For some reason it just never occurred to me that they would be purple." Now his firm chin rises in a jaunty manner. "We are defined by the striking colors of our dragon scales. This identifies our family line even though only four mature male dragons remain. I'm the last of the purple dragons." His eyes go black again as his suffering reaches clear to my soul. Even my wolf whines softly. He's such a disturbed man with so much pain held tightly inside. I wish he would cry again so I could pull his head to my breast. He needs to let the pain escape.

A woman in his life? He moved in closer, close enough for her to catch a whiff of his cologne. His fingers were gentle, steady, brushing lightly over her lashes with a mascara stroke before beginning with the liner. He was so focused, his brows furrowed slightly, his lips parted in concentration. It made her want to laugh… and maybe cry a little. Why did this moment feel so personal? Like she had lived this before? “There,” he said softly. “Done,” he said She opened her eyes, blinking up at him only to find him smiling, both their eyes now lined perfectly.

I could feel the heat pulsing through his body. "Please… let… me… go," the other man wheezed, trying to claw at my savior’s arm while weakly slapping his chest. What troubled me more than the fact that this muscular guy could easily snap the jerk’s wrist was how captivated I was by his beauty. It felt strange to call a man beautiful, but he definitely was. And unless I was mistaken, his eyes were a vibrant purple. Not a soft lavender or a blue with hints of plum—this was a passionate, intense purple. They seemed too striking to be natural, yet somehow, I knew they were.

His eyes did. “Are they real?” I gasped, reaching out to touch him before I caught myself right in time. “What?” He frowned, looking at me like I'd lost it. “Your eyes. They are purple. Is it real?” Aside from those in Lyxant with distinct eye colours, I'd never seen a human with purple eyes. Blue and green, yes, but never this purple. The shade was lighter. “You can see it?” He gasped, drawing some steps back as he placed both hands on his cheeks.

When it came to jade, purple was usually referred to as the color of spring. Even though the outer layer was red, with his status as the person in charge of the shop and his specialized experience, his eyes were much better than anyone else's! There was a vague purple hue under the red, there was also an incredible glow to it. He was practically sure that jade was something extraordinary! "So what if it's purple?" "Spring doesn't mean it's great. The outer layer is such trash, there's no way the purple layer will be much better. At the most, it's only going to be average!" Willie scoffed.

However, his body was quite thin, which made him a bit dissatisfied since he felt his body was weak. (His appearance is similar to Lancelot in Fate). However, even though this guy was weak, he had a bazooka inside his pants which made him feel relieved. Monica touched his long light purple hair and felt a bit weird since he knew that his hair color was natural. However, he remembered that there were no people in Asia with purple natural color, where most people had black hair. 'Mother's hair is also purple...' Monica remembered that many people he had seen in the past month also had various hair colors from blonde, red, blue, etc. He was wondering if there was someone who had a rainbow color

Matt's POV Purple was the colour that was stuck in my mind. As I stared deep into the depths of her eyes, I knew right there and then I was a goner. Her bright eyes that sparked something within me, as if she's looking through my soul, scared the crap out of me. My hand started to sweat, but I quickly wiped it off my pants. Why am I suddenly so interested in her? Is it because of how intense her eyes are? Or how beautiful she is?

He was damn charming, and worse, he knew it. "The pleasure was mine. When you get to the North, if you find yourself lonely, ask around for me. Just say you're looking for the girl with purple eyes, and anyone can point you in the right direction." "Is purple uncommon?" He asked, genuinely curious. "Yeah, in our part of the world. Most people think it's unnatural, even hideous."

Perhaps this coming blood moon would be the time it will show up again. I took my phone on the glass table fronting the couch and tried to look at the time, but I went to open the front camera to look at myself to see if my eyes changed in color as my mate observed. I squinted my eyes and looked at it closer and gasped, "Wow! It really is purple." What I have read and heard people tell me is that the only purple-eyed werewolf is the one who has the soul of the rightful ruler. I guess everything makes sense to me now. I really am that one.