Why He Purple Novels & Stories

It was the shade of dark skin that you are born with. His face had only a few wrinkles. There were a few on his forehead and very slight crow's feet around his eyes. I'd imagined that the wrinkles around his eyes had come from having so many windows. Even with the cold air from his air conditioning blowing, the sun was still so damned bright. Being forced to look at everything in that kind of light would make anyone squint a little. He wore an expensive gray suit and purple tie with a white dress shirt. The whole suit had probably cost more that my rent for a year.

Say something. I study him for a beat. “You look…nice.” I offer, taking note of his richly dyed tunic. It almost looks black, the dye is so deep, but under the right illumination of the candle, I can see the barest hint of purple–eggplant purple. The sight of the rarely used color in the land of Nochten. It makes me smile. “I like the color.”

As Sylvian hurried to clsoe kana chamber door As he stood in while closing his gaze, his eyes took on an otherworldly hue, a mesmerizing shade of deep, smoldering purple. It was a color that seemed to encapsulate the essence of the night itself, an eerie yet captivating radiance that held the hearts of those who dared to meet his gaze.

Devon’s and I’s eyes didn’t leave him until he transformed into a small white wolf pup. And I was so right. He was Purple!!! “Mom! He’s Purple!” Devon exclaimed, his eyes lit with wonder and surprise. But then it changed into confusion, which made his expression a little funny. “What? Wait, I thought Purple was a girl!?” “That makes sense,” Mom whispered as she grabbed me and my brother again and smiled despite the danger around us. “Now I understand the despair I feel. We are meant to save Purple. He is part of the family. That’s why.”

He also wanted to tell her about it. “Purple head..” he said, this time shaking her shoulders lightly. He was bored in the huge mansion. Even if she'd insult him, he didn't mind. As long as she spoke to him. “Wake up!” He groaned. “Come on..” “no..” Came Violet's silent reply. He stared at her face and the memories of him jerking off to the imagery of her stumped him. His eyes widened and he tried to leave but he felt a hand pull on his wrist.

I threw out a question with no clear answer, leaving her to ponder it herself. "Money, obviously. You don't seriously think I cared about Rupert, do you?" she shot back. I nodded, recording her words and storing them away as evidence. Time went by and Rupert's health took a turn for the worse. He began calling for me more frequently. Then, one day, he asked me to come to the hospital. I stood at his bedside, staring at his face I used to know so well—now strange and gaunt—and felt nothing. "Babe... I'm sorry. I was wrong... I know I was wrong. I really do…" he apologized from the heart as tears flowed from his eyes, his gaze full of regret and desperation.

“But there’s one thing I’ve been wanting to build with you, more than anything else. Something that lasts forever, something that’s the foundation for everything else.” He reached into the inner pocket of his tuxedo jacket, and my breath hitched. My hands flew to my mouth, the happy sobs escaping in a rush. He pulled out a small, velvet box. It was dark blue, almost black, and glinted softly in the ambient light.

He drops the purple bomb on them, and they all fall down, snoring. "How long will they be down?" I ask. He looks at me, looks at them. "I know one thing, I can keep them down for long." He closes his eyes, and keeps on turning his hands around, until the pure gigantic ball burning in purple smoke forms between his hands, and then he throws it on them. I have a fucking feeling whatever he just did is destructive even to us.

Their lives and death would be in the Underworld. The Hyenas’ eyebrows were collectively convulsed due to the shocking declaration. “That…” Smiley had nothing to say. “My little one… why?” The purple-haired man frowned with teary eyes. Everyone was gasping yet again. That purple-haired guy was interesting. He showed no expression to them as if he treated the rest of them as barking dogs. However, his emotion became rich whenever he faced his little one. And on top of that, he was just eye candy. He was handsome and had a brusque yet mysterious aura. It piqued everyone’s interest.

“I love you too. You did so so good I’m so proud of you.” She squeezed my hand again and then doctor Greg brought over two of the boys the nurse holding the third. He handed two to Storm and the nurse one to me. I sat beside her bed and looked at her and all three of my boys. They had dark tufts of hair like mine but then simultaneously they opened their eyes. One had purple eyes, one had yellow and the other had black. I looked at Storm a little shocked. “They’re the purest of the pure.” She said.