Annoying Orange Short Novels & Stories

The one guy had orange hair and hazel eyes, he was very built, and then of course the other two guys were the twins. They nod to the orange hair man, who is only wearing a blue basket ball short, and he turns around and leaves. The twins eyes fall back on me and a silence falls upon us. The boys only have basketball shorts on and I can't help but look at their stunning bodies. Their six pack fully on the display and the their v-lines are just begging me to run my fingers over them. No, focus. I tear my eyes from their bodies and look straight into their eyes. They had big grins on, clearly seeing how I checked them out. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and decided to speak before I get side tra

“It does. I love this look. I will take whatever colors you have.” “Perfect. The shorts are just black and a black and white pin stripped. The tank is black, white, a dark teal and a deep pink color.” “Oh! Get the pink!” Justina yelled. Scrunching up my nose, I wasn’t a fan of that idea. There was a knock on the door. When she opened the door, a man stood on the other side that gave off danger vibes.

His girlfriend inquired, raising an eyebrow in contempt. His laser-like focus had apparently been slightly too obvious... but how could he resist such a pair of tits as those? It was impossible! “Hey Harry, why don't you try these on?” Nicole inquired, holding a pair of shorts into the air. They were decently styled, but nothing overly impressive. However, given his current plight... the smart lad quickly agreed to the suggestion, and he retrieved them from the MILF right away – running off to the nearest dressing room, eager to jerk off behind closed doors and gain back some sense of actual thought!

That afternoon, Alice Brown hurried over in small, quick steps to practice driving. She was wearing her dance outfit, a white practice suit with a short skirt that hugged her figure closely, showing all her curves. She bent over and knocked on the car window. "Hey, Mr. Woods. Sorry, I'm late. I was just in dance class." Her dance outfit had a deep neckline, and when she bent over, it was hard not to notice the fullness contained inside. I opened the passenger door and smiled. "Took you a while. Hurry up and get in."

He giggles, satisfied with what he has done. “Anyway….. What do you think I should wear? I have nothing” I say. “Girl not today……. I’m sure you have something,” Jim says, standing up and walking over to my closet. “Baby, you can wear this short and this shirt” Jim says, bringing out an orange shorts with a black crop top. “What about my feet?” I ask, not wanting to use my brain. “Look at that orange canvas over there. It’ll go great with your outfit” Jim smiles proudly, like he just solved a world problem.

Being the least experienced, this short five-second incident shocked her more than the others and left her unable to think or move for much longer. "Rita, net!" Shorty called out to the more attractive lady, hoping for her to wake up from her daze and recall and throw the metal net again. Unfortunately, Rita was just too out of it to have heard. Shorty shook his head angrily and roared as he leaped into the air at high speed, gliding through the air while holding a gigantic sword laced with poisonous slime in hand. The tiger glanced at him and abruptly disappeared again.

“Even my teenage son could write a better poem than this. What a laughable mess.” A woman beside him giggled. “The scribe should be fired for sure.” “It’s surely an embarrassment for the Foxes,” another man snorted. But I froze. Unlike the others, I didn’t think it was a mistake. The House of Fox would never allow such an error in an official announcement. Marcel Fox was far too calculated, and his House was too manipulative to make such a blunder. This was intentional. The “rotting orange”… I recalled how I had once told Jack that I liked oranges because they reminded me of Cole. I had associated him with my cherished fruit.

I had put on three dresses and I’d walk out and Mack and Frank would immediately tell me to go back and change. It was getting quite infuriating. On my fourth outfit, I decided on a simple outfit instead of something that would make Mack and Frank disapprove of my outfit. Again. I picked out ripped blue jeans with an off-the-shoulder black shirt with some Adidas sneakers. As for my hair, I grabbed an orange scrunchie, put it in my hair, and did a high ponytail.

CHERRY’S POV I dress in a short light orange gown, which brings out my curves, it has flowery decorations on it and it looks stunning. I turn around to look at myself in my mirror and I’m satisfied with what I see. I pack my hair upwards in a tight bun, but later looses it and lets it fall down my back in lengthy waves, I apply some golden hairpins in it, wear my gold wristwatch, put on my orange pair of flat cover shoes then spray some body perfume all over myself.

“Daddy! Daddy! I’m ready to go running!” And there was Leon. His shirt was bright orange with dinosaurs on it, his shorts were green with little rockets, and his socks didn’t even match. One was blue, the other red. On top of all that, his tiny cap was sitting crooked on his head as he had just grabbed the first thing he saw. He looked so adorable… but also so funny and ridiculous. And I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my mouth. The excitement on his face made it impossible not to smile.