Why He Purple Novels & Stories

He turns and gives me a look, the kind of shocked and disgusted look that makes me question my suggestion. “That’s not healthy.” Stopping in the kitchen, he hands me a glass of something thick and purple? “What is this?” “Protein shake. It’s healthy and good for you.” He takes the second glass, clinking it with mine, he brings his to his lips, I watch as it disappears down his throat. Watching my own glass, I hesitate. “Drink it. It’s good, seriously.” I shake my head, “No thanks, I’ll pass.” “Drink it or I’ll drink it and kiss you with it.”

What was bizarre for me was the shocking purplish color of the cloth that could be irritating to the eyes. Though I always thought Phineas was the type to blend in with the crowd, wearing dull tone color robes to hide himself as the High Mage. But this time, he was wearing the opposite. He noticed my stare, and he smirked. “Last night’s meeting with the Seer aggravated me that I wanted to do something to piss him off.” “Oh, he doesn’t like the color purple!” He quipped and he chuckled at the child-like idea of teasing the Seer. “By the way, now that you’re finally pregnant, you need to get a new wet nurse as soon as possible.”

Deep purple eyes – he thought as he looked at his eyes that were filled with worry. Blue’s eyes went wide when an image flashed in his mind. It was a guy with dark hair and deep purple eyes running towards him, trying to catch him as he fell. He secretly smiled and closed his eyes as he let himself fall in his arms. Ah... this is – he thought and felt the warmth of his arms when he caught him.

On the dresser lay a single purple Skittle, wrapper crinkled, left like an apology neither of them knew how to voice. Zach picked it up, rolled it between his fingers, and slipped it into his pocket. The holidays stretched ahead, suddenly too long and too quiet.

He didn’t see purple eyes then. Purple…. as in blue, and red….. Eve's eyes have always been red because of the vampire in her blood being stronger than mine. Blue for witch, red for vampire… amber for wolf. No purple present. Purple is new even for a mixed breed. So what does that mean? Vampire and witch? It makes my head hurt trying to think about the why and what it means. I need to speak to Leyanne and figure out why it’s only showing up now.

"Maybe I'll go with something closer to my natural color. Or something crazy. Like purple." Ward makes a face, and now it's my turn to laugh. "What's wrong with purple?" I ask. "I think I'd look hot with purple hair." "You'd look hot no matter what color your hair is," he agrees. "So if you have your heart set on purple or green or any other color, then go for it." He reaches out and takes my hand. His face is full of adoration, but the longer he looks at me, the more his good humor begins to seep away. His smile falters, then falls, and he tightens his grip on my fingers.

I must have fallen asleep, into a real deep sleep, the thing I woke up to was someone shaking me awake, it's probably one of the doctors wanting to check on Violet while I'm being in the way. "Mister, mister, let me go," a small voice says, it's not one of my doctors, I opened my eyes and was met with eyes that are a mix of blue and purple. "Violet" I whisper, her eyes are different, the treatment is working, it's changing her, and making them look more purple. "Mister, let me go," she says again, couldn't she remember me from earth. "Had nice sleep, Violet?" I ask her.

(A PAIR OF BOTH CRIMSON AND PURPLE EYES) HAIR is a mix of crimson and purple hue, standing out more than anything and anyone anywhere that he will go and wanted to go. Eyes that resembles the night sky and at the same time the auburn burn of the dawn.

They are a susceptible topic for me but I still unlocked them subconsciously. Anyway, this is not the time to mull over what was or what should be. I have to fight for my life here. I peep my eyes open and I see the most hilarious thing that I just burst into uncontrollable laughter. Mr purple cloak has his head corked to the side seemingly looking at me. Of course, I cannot tell because he has no eyes. He seems to be in a pensive mood and that sort of reduced the intensity of his suffocating aura.

The lazy smirk his lips melted into fit perfectly with every sharp angle of his face. “Well, it fits you like a fucking glove and makes your tit’s look perfect. It’s low in the back, draws the attention to your amazing ass. Oh, and it’s purple.” Purple? The man didn’t know his colors, it seemed. It was too pale, too dusty to be called something as basic as purple. A giggle slid past my lips, tainted with venom that Nox failed to notice. Like a snake, my beauty distracted him from how deadly I truly was.