Annoying Orange Short Novels & Stories

Sicca stood at my side as he went over the last details with Nicolais. The dress I wore was elegant, a warm orange, like the Kingdom of Summer itself. It had a comforting tone, one that made me feel at ease, that made me feel warm. Its usual shape hugged my chest before flaring out into a puffed skirt at the bottom, accentuating my figure in the most flattering way.

washed my hair and face, then had a short shower. Drying off my hair I walked back into my room, heading straight for my wardrobe.. hmm, what color says 'I am fine and I am not pretending' I would say yellow, but yellow it's too shouty and the royals will know, I'm not okay. Hmm, I will go with orange, dark orange. I think it's screams, I'm fine and stop staring at me worriedly. That is of any of them are worried though. I wore an orange tank top, and blue ripped jeans. Yes, I am back at annoying Alpha Blackwood.

Bunch of dumb idiots, they think I am like their normal weak nerdy girl, I might be nerdy but not weak. The one in the middle has a light pink hair wearing a pink shirt and a short skirt which I don’t really know the colour, but it looks like a different shade of pink. The one by her left also has a blond hair and is also wearing a short, very short one at that, lemon gown, and the one by her right is wearing a short skirt with a crop top, and she has a black hair. Their look makes them look all together like a joker, seriously.

She was looking marvellous in this saree. " Now, I am looking ugly in your eyes," She whined like a kid and threw away the necklace somewhere in the room and I am still chuckling with my tight lips. So, she is angry and sad. She is looking cute with her red angry face and I know how to handle this angry bird. " You know what flower, I love oranges. They are sweet and sour at a time. I would love to eat this orange," I whispered seductively in her ear and held her waist from behind.

Roselyn: Aahh. Awkward silence. Roselyn: What's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Sorry? Clears the throat. Roselyn: I said, what's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Oh. Its pale orange. Noises made by other students spread. Roselyn: I'm sorry WHAT? Joslyn: Pale orange! Rose/Kate: WHAT ORANGE? Joslyn: PALE ORANGE! Still unable to hear anything. Teacher arrives, and we excuse ourselves. End of story.

the beautiful woman in the Orange Team asked. “Because he begged me not to,” Vital Orange smiled bitterly. Although Orange Monk was smiling, Vital Orange was able to tell what his friend truly wanted. They had grown up together, but Orange Monk was less talented than Vital Orange, which was why although Vital Orange was a Predator, Orange Monk was only a peak Thrasher. And because of this he had remained within Vital Orange’s shadow for a long time. It seemed that the fight against Musclehead had rekindled his friend’s fighting spirit.

I said shyly, hugging Niali closer to my chest, “one or two of you could’ve come. There’s really no need for all of you to follow me.” “Nonsense, Ms. Ali,” Malix replied immediately, adjusting his jacket. “Besides, we heard there isn’t much grocery stock left in the estate. We’ll fetch some supplies while we’re here.” Before I could respond, Orange’s eyes suddenly sparkled. “Oh, look—there’s a pretty chick over there. I’m gonna get her number. Wait here—ah!” He barely took a step before Dexter smacked his shoulder again. “Dex, why do you keep hitting us?” Orange whined, rubbing the sore spot dramatically.

With a final glance at the apartment, I hurriedly left. Arriving at the restaurant, I found Katy already waiting for me. She was a vision of vibrant energy, exuding warmth and confidence. Her outfit reflected her lively personality, as she donned a flowing summer dress adorned with vibrant floral patterns. The colors seemed to dance in harmony with her every movement, capturing the essence of her cheerful spirit. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, adding a touch of elegance to her overall look.

I tugged on a pair of comfy purple shorts and a snug white long-sleeved V-neck—casual, cozy, mine. If the Alphas lost their minds over it, too bad. They’d already dictated way too much of my life in the last twenty-four hours. They could choke on this microscopic act of rebellion.

“Hey.” Anne looked up immediately and recognized him. Orson… He wore a dark hoodie with the sleeves pushed slightly up his forearms, basketball shorts, and the effortless confidence of someone completely comfortable being noticed everywhere he went. Which apparently he was. “Hi,” Anne greeted politely. Orson’s attention stayed on her entirely, barely acknowledging the others. “How’ve you been?” “Fine.” “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again after… You know, the mall.” Anne resisted the urge to point out that they had only spoken for about three minutes.