Violet Pink Background Novels & Stories

The dress wasn’t my style, but Violet had insisted, claiming it was "the perfect blend of hot and classy." Beside me, Violet and Hannah were giggling like schoolgirls, each draped in outfits that screamed "look at me." Violet wore a sequined red dress that sparkled under every light, her coffee-brown bob now dyed jet black, styled sleekly to frame her face like she was about to step onto a runway. Hannah, on the other hand, went for a pale blue slip dress that clung to her figure, her makeup soft and playful. Her ginger hair was pinned back in loose waves, accentuating her oval face.

It was odd enough that a coloring book would have a picture of a parrot and a phoenix together, and then for an adult to choose to color the page with such odd color choices… A mostly black background could symbolize prestige and importance, but it could also represent power and death. The parrot was mostly green, which often refers to optimism and growth, but the parrot itself could represent long life and freedom. But freedom from what? The phoenix was actually left uncolored, which meant it was white like the paper, but it was surrounded by a halo of violet that faded into the black background. Violet usually represents royalty, luxury, power, and ambition. There has to be a message in

Violet said, after applying the last stroke of lipstick on her plump pouty lips. She slowly unlatched her dark long lashes and her azure eyes fell on her own reflection in the mirror. Her skin was illuminating. Her face wore a nude makeup. Her lips were tainted in a shimmering dark pink lipstick. Her golden hair was tied up in a loose bun. She stood up from the stool and looked at her gown. It was a pale white flowing gown with beautiful gleaming crystals and stones attached to it. It was perfectly hugging every corner of her body. Zale had personally told the designers to customise it as per liking. He wanted her to live every moment of it. "You are looking ethereal, Cia. So beautiful," Vio

It just feels meaningless. "No." I protested as I removed her hand from my chest and took a step back. "Violet is a natural color while purple is an unnatural pigment. Her eyes are natural." Were. "Forget it, Zo. I am done talking about her." She exhales a deep breath in annoyance and tries to take one more step towards me but I immediately took two back.

The hem of the skirt was a single vine connecting all the vines radiating down. The cloth was a royal purple in color; Mira chose to use darkest shade of purple for the inner shadings of the flowers on the pattern while the parts were done in a lighter shade… almost close to pink… like a purple pink. The vines and leaves were done using dark and light shades of teal green.

Jai immediately told him, and Yuta nodded. “I won’t. I’m just taking a look at it.” Yuta said, examining the wound again. He noticed a very faint purple lining around the wound. “It’s close to lilac. Is it diluted or is it the thick one? The Violet Lily? Or is it Gun Petal?” He muttered to himself. “But isn’t Gun Petals pink, brother?” Ruta asked in confusion. “Yes. But the center part of it is thick purple pink. If we squeeze that out, we’ll get a substance that’s purple pink in color. But looking at this lilac color… I don’t think it’s Gun Petals now…” Yuta said.

As always, everything to the boy with the burgundy hair… seemed too obvious. "Very little...I just remember decorating some flowers and colors" she felt frustrated to admit. "Hum..., well, violet has that meaning, it represents shyness and hesitation too, and depending on where you look, it also represents loyalty." "Nice…" those irises that resembled cut amethysts flickered, as for some reason...it looked interesting to know, to memorize. "Yes, and again, it suits you," he repeated, placing his hand in front of his face, only to stare at her.

That bothered Violet more than if he had. Renee’s voice came back, lower now. “There’s something on the glass.” Violet’s blood went cold. “Do not touch it.” “I’m not touching it.” “What is it?” Renee was silent for too long. “Renee.” “It’s a ribbon.” The passage seemed to shrink. Violet’s fingers tightened around the phone until her knuckles hurt. “What color?” No answer. She did not need one. Still, she forced herself to ask again.

I just hope the outcome would be good. I stood and waited on the landing outside her room, Devin in my arms. The little devil is beginning to doze in my arms. Shame he didn’t choose to sleep at night! Before I know it, Violet is stepping from her room. Her long flame red, auburn hair, pulled back into a high pony tail, showing off her beautifully pale skin as well as the delicate features of her face. This girl has cheekbones you could slice cheese on! Not jealous at all! She was dressed in a simple pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top, paired with some chunky black boots. I will make sure my feet stay away from hers today or I will end up with some broken toes!

Violet blurted. "Want me to kick his ass for you? Shall I prank him? His hair is silver, if I put pink hair color in his shampoo we could make him pay for making you mad. Or do you prefer we give him sleep paralysis portion and torture him..." Angela trailed off finding Violet gaping at her, shocked. "Angela. What on earth?" "Come on, it'll be so much fun. I don't understand why you all are so bland. There are no colors in your life." She blabbered, annoyed.