Annoying Orange Short Novels & Stories

Calm down. “Well, first of all, you need to answer a question for me” A smirk appeared on my face. The man looked surprised but nodded in agreement. “Did you really think you could get away with harassing my wife? did you think she wasn't going to tell me?” He shook his head in disbelief. “You have no idea how much trouble your actions have caused!”He flinched at my words, his expression becoming even more terrified when he realized that he really did fucked up. “We can talk about it...” He mumbled under his breath. “About What Mr. Pierre and Mr Laurent? About the video we just finished watching? About the fact that you both slept with a fifteen-year-old? Mr Laurent, your oldest is sixteen n

I heard Orion talk to Poppy and heard Silas laugh. "She likes the colors purple, light pink, blue and teal. Grey and black is okay too. Oh and nothing with lace or frills and not to reveling." I looked at the dress in my hand and got really embarrassed at the choice, I accidently sent the mental picture to Orion of the dress I had taken down. "No! Not that one, put it back" Orion almost shouted through the phone. "I got it, will be back later" I answered and hung up on him.

She ought to have just picked up a knife and stabbed me on the chest instead. "Now, it has been forty minutes since the expiration of the ten minutes I gave you to get these fruits. When you're done eating, squat and start jumping in that position, jump once for each minute you wasted. That's forty jumps," she announced. "And if you are not done with those oranges in three minutes, you will jump for each extra minute you spend," she added and started eating the fruits in front of her. So eating these terrible-tasting orange slices was not enough for her to the extent that she had to add jumps to my punishment? Audrey was simply being wicked.

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.

' The girl with the curly hair and wide rimmed glasses had appeared infront of him and asked such an annoying question. The seventeen year old boy in him had challenged the girl by asking,'Naah why don't you enlighten me, short stuff' Shorty. That nickname always suited her best. It was so funny when she was mad plus adding to her short height, the whole scenario was quite amusing. After huffing the air she had held for so long, she sighed, "All am saying is that if you wanna live long enough to see Bil Clinton retire as president, eating burgers from this place is a step in the wrong direction"

She stated diverting her attention away from Jaden and focused on her bag as she brought out her belongings. * Minutes later, princess Carlotta, Ginevra and Jaden were on their way to the market to do their shoppings for the orange festival. All they would be wearing and their sacrifice to the fruit goddess as Ginevra had decided to go for an orange color dress with flowery designs of black colors and Princess Carlotta goes with black dress with orange color flowery designs as Jaden just said she'll get an orange dress. As it is always a must to wear the color of the fruit which is orange.

“I’ve also been a lot and a lot weaker underneath this shit and damn orange light…” “There must be something we can do to erase this shit and damn orange light… We mustn’t lose… We must fight back…”

Large gold earrings jangled from Byeol’s ears, and she rocked a pair of royal blue stiletto heels. "Yeah, ya look great! Now can you stop admiring yourself so we can go have some fun?" Sasha's patience had just about reached its limit. She wore ripped short jeans which showed off her smooth brown legs, and a neon orange tube top covered her chest, matching her newly manicured nails. In black, displayed on the front of her crop top in fiery bold letters, was the word fire. A pair of sizable orange hoop earrings dangled from her ears. "You guys, are you sure this skirt isn't too short?" Luna nervously tugged down on the pale pink and black plaid pleated skirt.

The portly man’s face was already pink as a pig, and he was sweating like one too. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted a snack?” Annie huffed, lifting the frill pink skirt of her tutu, revealing her tight cameltoe underneath. Her tight pussy lips were puffy and ate up the front of her leggings All three men stared at her pussy like hyenas. Annie smirked. “Well, boys? Interested?” She said, crossing her arms across her chest.

I snapped, my chest heaving. "Why bother? You’re playing like absolute shit, mate," he sneered, leaning in so the refs couldn't see his lips moving. "Maybe you’re too distracted by the little orphan in the stands. Does she cry like that when you're 'looking after' her at home? Or is she just another one of your dogs?" The world didn't just turn red; it went white. The sound of the crowd vanished, replaced by a high-pitched ringing in my ears. "What did you say?" I asked, my voice dangerously low.