Why He Purple Novels & Stories

Room is furnished with light and dark shades of purple, make me think that he has some sort of likeness for the purple color. It has large glass doors, led to the small balcony. At the end of the bed, a white rug covers the space on which two geometrical designed arm chairs are placed. There are few pictures of him and some paintings hanging on the walls. His room looks clean and peaceful. Everything is placed on its rightful places. "Do you like purple?" He let out a breathy laugh, "Yes. Purple is warm." Purple is warm, just like him. Sometimes he's warm and thoughtful too.

I bite back "Then why haven't you fucked him yet?" Amber-Rose asks "Maybe because I'm a virgin and because I met him Yesterday," I tell her, emphasizing the word 'yesterday', with irritation. "I don't think he just wants to fuck her," Mackenzie tells Amber-Rose, "He would've realised by now, Nadine is not the type for those sorts of things," they discuss I shrugged, agreeing with her when my phone vibrated. Chase: I can pick you up after school

He grumbled. "Of course, you didn't. You would have probably asked for something black." I snickered. "Something purple actually." He mentioned. "Really? Why is that?" I asked, intrigued by his response. "It's sort of dark and twisted in a way." He chuckled awkwardly. "Somehow, I am not surprised." I replied with a smile. "Let's just say it's connected to love in a way." He stated. "Story for another day?" I asked.

"Or are you here for another reason?" I turned my head to his direction, staring at his eyes as they turned a light purple. It was an impressive trick but it made me curious to know what he was doing. A change in eye colour in demons mean they are using one of their many powers. I wonder what purple does. Unable to contain my overflowing curiosity, I just had to ask. "What are you doing?" He kept his eyes on the magazine, not answering my question. I pursed my lips, still staring at him. I knew he was not answering because I hadn't answered him first but my stubbornness would not waver.

I stop at the last large Oaktree and hide behind it because someone else is standing there just watching. It's a guy from the looks of it. Looks to be around 6 foot 3. Really lean but with pretty bulky muscles under a thin deep red t-shirt. Dark denim jeans that hug him in all the right places and running shoes. He has light brown curly hair that grazes the top of his ears. With his back towards me I can’t make out his face. I stand their studying him for I don’t know how long. I’m brought out of my haze by the snap of a twig not far from where I am standing. The guy turns around at the sound. He gets the most beautiful smile on his face showing his white teeth. They are a little crooked but

Nodding, Richard explained the history of how they decided on favourite colours. “Honestly, I suspect they developed mild superstitions based on what happened during the week. Ludwig once decided that he hated purple because he sneezed whenever he saw a purple flower. As it turned out, it was only by coincidence that the pollen from the lavenders was annoying him. However, he quickly decided that purple was a terrible colour to like.”

"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."

No matter what, he’s the last person I’m meant to consider attractive. I grabbed his arm to cover it up with the blanket but I paused abruptly noticing this weird color on the vein in his hand. I thought veins were usually green in color, why was his purple? Drawing my attention back to his face, I noticed how pale he was for real and I moved to the other side of the bed to check out his other arm, and the veins in his hand were purple as well. “Oh my God” I gasped, dropping his arm out of shock and covering my mouth. I moved close, reaching for his face and opening his eyes and the veins in his eyes were purple as well, and that was when I knew that things had just gotten a little too serio

Like all of the servants of the conduits, the prowler had a part of its body that had a purple hue. Once Twilight finished the outline of the prowler, he pulls out a purple pen. Its ink was running low. “Tsk.” Twilight quickly covers his mouth. He peeks out of his hiding place to see if the creature heard him. Seeing the creature still stationary, he heaves a sigh of relief. I’m almost out of purple huh? Tsk… why does this color have to be the premium? That thing likes purple way too much. Once he’s done mentally complaining, Twilight starts to add details to the prowler outline.

He smirked at me. "We're not fucking in front of my grandma." I shook my head, heading uphill. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry." He smacked my ass, "come on, race you to the top?" He raised a brow. "Not with your fucking lung disease." "Damn, where is that skull emoji?" He said and we both laughed it off. He held my hand and led me out of here. "Why did you decide to go red?" He asked out of the blue. "I thought you never noticed." I rolled bits of my hair around my finger.