Depressed Pink Novels & Stories

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

“Baby Pink, show the club she isn’t touchable.” “Yes, Vincento,” Ginger purred. “Baby Pink for a baby doll. It’s a shame, I like playing with dolls.”

Al Akira (The Pink pack): Third person pov: The Pink palace was made up of gold with all the gold furniture, gadgets, and clothing but even the gold had a pink hue in it. People who looked like normal humans had pink shaded skin. The pink faced slaves were carrying huge food trays to the dining area. The smoke coming out of piping hot food was pink. After placing those trays, a handsome man with a broad muscular build arrived in the room wearing only knee length shorts. His body was undoubtedly beautiful. His skin had a pinkish golden glow, the face had perfect features with glowing pink irises.

Her radiant smile illuminated her face, and Mystro felt his breath catch in his throat. Elaine was adorned in a breathtaking pink dress that cascaded down to her knees. The delicate fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty. The dress seemed to have been designed specifically for her, as if it was made to highlight her best features. It was a shade of pink that mirrored the blush on her cheeks, a color that mirrored the blossoming flowers of spring. Mystro's eyes widened, and he found himself momentarily speechless. He had seen her in various outfits before, each one accentuating her charm, but this pink dress held a magical allure. It transformed her

"She likes you, fucking smile," Azu said under his breath while maintaining a smile for the women. Kachi lifted his lips slightly before turning away from the slim dancer he'd been watching earlier. He couldn't see much of her face, but her eyes seemed to be accentuated by the red of her mask. Her brown eyes were like pools of molten chocolate and he'd felt uncomfortable looking into their depths. "You can do better." Chike knocked their legs together and Kachi scowled at his friend.

We both grimace into the mirror, I’m sure having the same flashback. Brandon’s wife is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but she has an unhealthy obsession with pink. Her wedding had three different obnoxious shades of pink and she managed to get each color onto all of the eight groomsmen. Even our shirts were pink, his was the brightest. He will never live it down. And with three healthy boys, she is still the only pink obsessed person in her house.

She laughed and got up, moving to the kitchen, which wasn't more than a stone's throw from the table. "Because of our potty mouths?" "Because you sound like you have the same illness." "Explain." Lisa turned her chair to face the pretty woman as she started to cut up potatoes in the small kitchen. "Marc hasn't been himself in a few months. He's usually so funny and full of life. He mopes around here every Sunday, his best friend Jackson calling last week to see if something was really wrong. He's just been so depressed. I'm going to talk to him about going to the doctor soon."

I internally gag trying to hide my horror. “I had the room redone for you.” as she walked towards the windows pulling back the drapes. I cringe trying to force a smile “Oh, you shouldn’t have.” Jean just smiles “It’s no problem, I’m glad I could help.” Pink is literally my least favorite color as I try to stomach the sight of the room. Walls, ceiling, rugs, bedding, curtains, furniture, accessories, basically everything is in different shades of pink. How on Earth can someone like pink this much. Then I stop myself, oh yeah we aren’t on Earth anymore. Thinking back to my home and family a sad feeling aches inside of me.

There were whispers that seeing this color could even make him short of breath. While it was only a rumor, it did affirm that he indeed disliked pink. Seeing her opportunity, Yaslyn stoked the flames further. "Pink is inherently hard to elevate to a sophisticated look, especially the shade I despise the most—the shade of pink found on lotus roots. It's preposterous." As soon as she said this, the man beside her approached her. "Miss, do you also find this pink attire distasteful?" As expected, he fell for it.

The fair skin peeled off, revealing the darker toned skin of her true self. "Fuck",she muttered. The magic was wearing off again. Andromeda had better do something about this because she didn't want to be caught unawares, especially by Kendrick or his fucking warriors. She quickly rummaged through her bag, bringing out the vial of potion to restore the form she took. The potion was bright pink in colour and Deena grimaced as she poured a few drops down her throat. It tasted horrible. She watched as her skin disappeared and the fair skin of the dead girl she took became renewed. The itchiness also stopped just as the elevator doors opened. Smiling wickedly, she walked towards Kendrick's offic