Annoying Orange Short Novels & Stories

Only ways I can do for Daddy. Like look cute. Daddy loves it when I dress up for him, this delicious combination of cute and sexy, a merging of innocence and devilish desire. So like every evening while I wait up for him to get home to me, I put on a pair of colorful stockings, one's that reach up past my knees. These ones are a swirl of orange and white, stripes that make me look like an orange creamsicle. On top of that, I have a tiny pair of gray boy shorts on that barely

GABE’S POV What kind of woman wears an orange dress to an event like this? I’d seen some dare to wear dark green, almost black, but orange? Never in my life had I seen a woman in an orange dress, especially one like hers: loose, with long, colorful sleeves and ruffles at the hem. And the shoes? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she wore knee-high, glittering blue boots, the sliver of leg between the dress and boots revealing she hadn’t seen the sun in ages.

“Besides, orange juice is delicious.” “Sure it is, darling, but it hasn’t performed its magic on you.” They always teased her about being the shortest among them since they met and formed their group in school. Standing at 5’5 she was two inches shorter than Rosa who was two inches taller. “Maybe not her height but it does wonders for her skin though,” Rosa stated. “Now that I will agree to. That’s why you draw the boys in like a moth to flame.” “Stella I think you meant bees to honey.”

She was small in size and had an extra softness to her body. "Don't mind our dear friend here, she sometimes forgets to screw her nut back in whenever it's gotten loose." The one who'd yelled out said, scowling at his offender like she'd been the offended one. She wore a long sleeved blue shirt and brown shorts. Her sandals showed off blue painted long nails and crinkled feet.

I’m convinced they’re fairly sick of me being the last to get ready every single time. Ronan wears a white shirt with the first three buttons popped open, exposing the skin of his chest and the dark silky hairs that form a somewhat straight line down to where the rest of his shirt covers. For the first time, his blonde hair isn’t slicked back. A pair of sky blue shorts hugs his thighs, exposing long, muscular legs that form a lump in my throat. He’s sitting on a couch, scrolling through his phone. Malachi’s clad in a matching grey shirt and shorts. His dark hair is combed to the back of his head, instead of the usual mess it is all over his face. While Jaxon is wearing…pink?

Rori tried to explain and when she heard the sound of light female laughter, she relaxed her body a little, but kept her eyes squeezed shut. Again Rori heard the disembodied voices, followed by the fresh voice. “What happened to the fruit? Do you not like it?” Rori slowly crawled her way out from under the bed as she opened her eyes. “Oh no I love fruit I didn't do-” as soon as Rori could focus her vision she was in absolute shock, standing next to the ghostly house staff was a beautiful young woman with caramel brown skin, her eyes were day glow orange and her hair was short and sticking out like it were full of electricity, the color was such a vibrant orange it looked like her head was in

"Amateur." "This is my natural undertone!" Troy protests, refusing to admit to the truth. He's literally The Annoying Orange, except, more annoying and currently more orange. "Orange is your natural undertone?" Max questions mockingly. "And yellow is your natural hair color?" "You're all just jealous!" Troy stands up in a rage. "I have very little tolerance for stupidity!" He walks out the door, grumbling to himself, "Hard to be the smartest friend in this group."

Mary smiles at her. “Except me,” I tease. “I call him Baby.” Cindy giggles. “Well, Kelly, the dress is orange and short.” I look at Mary in shock. “Should have come down and picked your color and cut.” She tells me with a smirk. “Baaaaaaabeeeeeeeee,” I whine getting Lucas’s attention and everyone else’s too. “Mary wants me be to wear a short dress to Anna’s ceremony. Everyone will see my legs, maybe more when I kneel.”

It almost pissed me off more that he didn’t try to talk to me. The first pair of shorts I grabbed were the skimpiest ones I owned. That wasn’t done on purpose. I think it will work out in my favor. Maybe if I can make some of the guys look, that will piss Maddox off. My T-shirt had racoons on it and said, “Stay Trashy”. Honestly, one of my favorites.

I wore a long booth that was above my knee, which is going to help shield me from the cold. My red hair smoothly falls on my shoulder and it has a neat straight parting in the middle. "You look so stunning!" Orlan complemented, as he closed the distance between us. He's currently in a multi-colored flowery shirt, and a white shorts beneath it. Orlan also allows his black hair to neatly fall all over his shoulder. He also wore white sneakers. His dressing code is simple and made him look ordinary, yet I am still able to tell that Orlan isn't any ordinary creature.