Cubic Pink Corruption Novels & Stories

That split second left me feeling as if I had been skinned, and I almost lost consciousness from the agony. It was worth rejoicing that the agony did not last that long, and I was soon calmed down by Dicken’s soft lips. They were no different from painkillers that swiftly relieved me from any suffering. Still, feeling as if my soul left my body, I buried my head over Dicken’s shoulder as I asked, “What was that, Dicken?” “Corrupted Yiki—in other words, a corrupted sapling. It had its eyes on you, Linda. The corrupted are always an extreme threat because they could show up at any time or space, and come in a million different forms after mutating.”

"Admission tickets for final exams are required to be printed on white paper with black text. No modifications of any kind. This one is pink, there are stickers on it, the edge is torn, and the security watermark is barely legible." Ms. Ashby blinked. "But miss, I put so much love into these…" Caelum spoke up too, his tone confrontational. "We happen to like the pink ones. What, you're going to stop us from taking the exam over a color?" The proctor looked at him coolly. "Yes. Pink admission tickets are not permitted. Let me make this perfectly clear. Pink admission tickets do not meet regulations. If you continue to disrupt exam proceedings, I will call the police."

One could be happy and enjoy the sensual gratification, but even the ones who are not happy can still successfully take part in sexual enjoyment. One or the other new thing was bound to turn up each day in Marie’s life. And despite having a great day at home, which was not something that was very common, things turned out ugly for her as the sun set for the day. That is when Delilah came across a big fat notebook which looked like a diary as it had a colorful hard cover that had a picture of a denim texture.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

I'm talking about the other four. A mocking laugh bubbled through my chest. Does she actually think I didn't feel her drooling over that wolf? Julie just fucking stop being delusional for once. Who would even want a hybrid rouge breed who has been battered and abused her whole life? Scars, raped and all bones? Who are you even kidding? Me or your existence? The harsh sentences left her quiet, afterall it was the reality. Thought so. So now would you help me or leave me among these abusive and domineering freaks?

Chapter 31 Subtitle: sort things out. The three friends were all flabargasted. "Do you think I'm stupid Crimson? The fact that you got in a scandal with him before Amber showed us his pictures doesn't mean anything! How listen up here young lady, you'll apologise to your sister and stay clear of her business!" Pearl Lin snapped, pointing a finger at Crimson's face, Amber was secretly happy that she just got backed up by her minion. Crimson just laughed, she walked away from Pearl Lin towards Amber Wu who was still sobbing dejectedly on the floor.

I can only hope the day will never come when we stand against one another, pointing our guns to kill. A familiar figure walks in and takes the farthest seat at our fifty sitters' tables. The girl I wanted to avoid the whole evening. The Cannibal Snookums; Regan Wells. The bane of my goddamn existence. For leaving me confused all the damn time, pulling the emotional strings in my heart and mind, considerably bad for my health. I know she knows I am here. Her hand trembles as she takes her drink close to her mouth, but she does not look my way for once.

Julio added, his eyes shining. "I've told Ted to help me find the place. It might take some time, being that we only have an idea of what the inside looks like. But the pink powder..." I said, hoping it would be a clue. Damon shook his head. "There are at least fifty, if not a hundred, places that manufacture the pink powder. It's just a variation on heroin. It makes things more fun. The variety came out about a year or two after I took the throne. It was mostly done by people our age."

Blood bloomed across his torn clothing. Connor dropped to his knees before Harold. Seeing their Alpha in trouble, his warriors drew their swords, ready to fight Harold and his warriors. But Harold did not press the attack. I understood why—this was still Connor's territory. "Give me Clara's corpse," Harold said coldly. Connor's eyes widened. "No, that's impossible! Clara was Blackclaw Pack's Luna! She must be buried here!"

Everything looked normal with no noticeable issues just fresh white walls that permeated the air with a varnish smell and polished dark oak wooden floors. He set about setting up in the apartment. Unpacking his suitcase, he hummed to himself, his shoulders were light and he was grateful that his apartment was fully furnished which explained how costly the place was considering the area it was in. He packed away his collection of polo shirts and kakis into the closet. Amias arranged them into an order starting from blues up to brows. Then he went on to organize his books into the nightstand before putting his essentials like his toothbrush into the bathroom. That reminded him, “I need to buy