Novel & Cerita Depressed Pink

“You can't. You already cut the flowers and torn the plastic wraps, you don't have any choice now but to give those to her. Just don't feel sad when you see her cringe at the sight of the box. It looks..” Carmina paused as she thinks of the right word. “Too much,” she chirped then cringed. "Wow. Thanks," Sebastian replied sarcastically. "I'm just stating the fact, Seb. Pink is not exclusive for girls and not all of us are fond of that color. I actually hate pink!" He didn't respond and just sighed again whilst shaking his head. It was definitely an epic fail. Why did he thought about pink anyway? He's certainly screwed! What if Carmina was right? She'll be disappointed and if that happens, h

The door went open and the doctor Walked in. "Miss pinky, how are you doing?"he asked checking the drip" "Am fine"she replied. "Mrs Diane,I need to tell you something" "go ahead doctor" "Pinky has a sickness called panic attack and is not good for her to be expose to some situation". Pinky's jaw dropped the moment she heard those words from the doctor.Hold on?... what?? did he just say something???. she looked at her mother who was staring at the doctor kneely.

Richard said as they were walking to an ATM machine located next to the shopping mall. “Thank you,” Rebecca smiled. “Did mum buy it for you?” Richard asked. “Not really, I bought it last Christmas,” Rebecca replied. “Is red your favourite colour?” Richard asked. “Why do ask?” Rebecca responded. “I’m just asking,” Richard replied. “Pink is my favourite colour, what about you?” she asked. “I love black,” Richard replied. “That’s cool,” Rebecca commented. “I would love to see you wearing pink,” Richard said. “Really? Can I ask you why?” Rebecca said.

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.

Pillows, curtains, rugs, sheets—all in the most vibrant shade of pink I'd ever seen in my life. "Rosa, this is… a lot of pink," I tried, carefully. "A lot of pink isn't enough pink, my dear. They're girls. Girls deserve pink." "What if they hate pink?" Rosa looked at me as if I'd suggested Fiona was an ordinary chicken. "Hate pink? That doesn't exist. Pink is the color of joy, of delicacy, of love." She grabbed a pillow and squeezed it against her chest. "Look at this. It's a hug in pillow form."

“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.