Yellow Face Summary Novels & Stories

“Why the heck is it in this color?” “What color is it?” “Yellow, muddy yellow, dirt yellow, you get the idea. It’s the kind of color that would make your complexion look dull and make it hard for your makeup to complement it…” The older woman raised her eyes to Deirdre’s face and immediately gasped.” Bless my heart! Who on Earth did your makeup for you, honey?!” Deirdre rubbed her cheek. “Is it bad?”

his voice was deep, laced with a dangerous amusement that sent a shiver down her spine. Caelia’s eyes adjusted to the dim light as she stared up at him. His bronze skin glowed faintly, almost too warm to the touch, and his sharp features were striking, but it was his eyes that held her captive. They were a piercing yellow, glowing with a wild intensity. He looked at her the way a predator watches its prey, and Caelia’s breath quickened.

She explained briefly. "Then that means..." He wanted to but he stopped. He always didn't want to finish his talk. "Yes. If your guess is correct then you are right. Because we can read a thought, a weakness is a must. Actually, this is not a weakness but also a good one. I can't lie the way my hair changed. Our hair changed base on the mood. " She said then continued. 1. Red- Anger 2. Yellow- Happiness 3. White- Fear

" He explains. He follows behind me as we walk to the truck of his car. It opens and I see a ton of paints. If Aurora has taught me anything, it's what different colours stand for. "I want to do yellow." I said body picking up paintbrushes and the colors yellow and white. "Yellow is usually cheerful and happy and goofy. That's Luca." I smile thinking back to all the times he made me smile. "I miss Luca," I whisper allowing a tear to drop from my eyes.

Yellow chuckled: "You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun." Orange started next to blow her trumpet: "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you."

Her mouth went agape in horror, “Warren why are your eyes yellow?” A hint of panic touched Warrior's mind. He craned his neck and peered into the rearview mirror. Once upon a time, his eyes were a soft hazel color, now replaced by fierce predator yellow, like an eagle. “Well, I got tired of the old color…” He trailed off at the sight of a long white streak in his hair. “We are going to the nearest emergency room. There has to be some explanation for what’s happening to you,” A finality pervaded Melanie's tone, and Warren knew better than to argue with the woman who gave him life.

She hums softly, her lips pressing into a straight line, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. "Hmm," she says, taking her time. "That's a tough question, but I'll say. . .you're my yellow." Yellow. . . I can’t help but smile at that. “Yellow?” I repeat, leaning a little closer. "Why?" She shifts, sitting up slightly, her fingers still locked with mine, but now her gaze is thoughtful. “Yellow,” she says slowly, as if the words need to be wrapped in the right kind of care. “It’s warm, and bright. Like sunshine, but not too hot. It’s the color of things that make you feel. . .light. Like you’re safe and everything’s okay.”

Again. There were bright yellow shades levitating above her head, a dim of red and grey. And for some unknown reason, as crazy as that may sound, I thought I could actually…explain what the colors meant. Bright yellow for nature. Grey, dark and pigmented. Jealousy. And the red, a little touch of anger.

Her whole face glowed like I had given her the blessing of the moon itself. Tch. To think I, the glorious Clara, would apologize to a mere omega. The apology tasted like poison. She hurried to my wardrobe and squealed. "This one! This yellow dress—your favorite color! Let's try this, Miss Marcy!" My eyes widened a fraction. Yellow? Yellow has ALWAYS made me look like a rotten banana. My skin tone and yellow are sworn enemies. But I forced another soft smile. "Oh… thank you." When I put it on, I stopped for a moment.

I can even picture out blood in her eyes, rolling down in her dirtied face as he apologetically face him. “Red!” a green-haired man in his voice scream with a warning. To the violet-haired, his voice soften, “Are you alright? It's fine, Violet.” Red look away and glance the yellow-haired woman. Definitely name Yello? My mouth rose up to the thought. Don't just tell me they adress through the colors of their hair? “Are you sure he's not around?” the red-haired in his vicious voice. “Isn't it a bad thing?” the yellow-haired in her suspicious tone.