Dunia Orange Novels & Stories

Shadow was eyeing them full of love. Their eagerness reflected the innocence in their eyes. The Hyenas were prepared to enter the space that was created by Orange. Orange’s power was extremely unique. Storytelling, and art manipulation. There were only three people that inherited this power. Each represents the three worlds. Someone named Fariz, who by chance, was Teal’s boyfriend. He was from the Upperworld. The second person was Orange Bunny, representing the Underworld. Last but not least, Wan, from the wingman's clan, was from The Unknown.

He had just unleashed a word flood from Aleena. "It's not just the color, it's the whole orange. The scent, the flavor, the color, the fruit. Who names fruit a color? Who names a color after a fruit! It doesn't make any sense. The juice. Orange juice! There are these little leafy bits that get stuck between my teeth and they make me feel barfy," Aleena rambled on.

Luna paused a little, then she laughed and replied, “Sure.” She said while taking the ingredients out for the shrimp dish. “I’ll prepare Granny Lynch’s dish first, then I’ll teach you how to make Nigel’s and Nellie’s.” Fiona immediately nodded. “Great!” Soon, Luna finished the Grilled Cajun Shrimp in front of Luna. When she finished, Luna rummaged through the fridge and furrowed her brows. “I want to make some skinny orange chicken for Nellie, but it seems we’re out of orange,” Luna took a deep breath and said, “on the way here, I remembered that there was a fruit stall by the roadside not far away. I’ll go get some.”

“I don’t like this.” Looking at the piece of orange in her hand, Darren shook his head. Areiza looked at him before she put the orange into her mouth without saying anything. All of a sudden, Darren kissed her and the taste of the orange exploded in her mouth, sweet and fresh with a tinge of bitterness. He kissed her so hard that Areiza felt like she had lost all her strength. It was a long time before he finally let go of her, and the orange in her mouth had disappeared, but she couldn’t tell if she had eaten or if he did.

“What do you want, Orion?” “To come in,” he says, leaning against my doorframe and cooly slipping his hands in his pockets. I clench my teeth because…damn it, it’s not fair for him to look that good when he does that. “Why?” “Because,” he says on a happy sigh. “I want to find out what a donut is.” I go a bit still. “You…don’t know what a donut is?” “We don’t have a lot of variety in the Underworld,” Orion says. “And even if we can call up what we want magically, it takes knowing what something is to order it to appear.”

He nodded towards them. “Oranges are addictive though. Thousand years ago no one could exist without their morning OJ’s.” Darius frowned slightly. “Did not understand that at all. But if you are asking me, I choose apples.. It’s very simple. Oranges are very bright, flashy and... bright and flashy does not mean anything good. Once one of us tried a huge bright red mushroom and ended up with food poisoning.” “Apples are red.” Nicolai picked up one. “They Are red and flashy....”

It was the blue color as the sun in her dreams. June thought to herself the signal is already being sent. She put her hand in her pocket. Felt something small and round. She pulled it out. It was an orange, a real orange that was fresh. She looked at the soldier. Said, where did this orange come from because there are no trees anywhere in the world. The soldier looked at the orange. His eyes got really wide. He said, this is impossible nothing can grow in all the ash that's everywhere. June looked back at the tower. The blue light was getting brighter it was pulsing like a heartbeat.

She said his name, her voice breaking sadly. “I just can’t be that mate…” He sighed. “I am so sorry, Kelly.” He proceeded to stand on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets, he continued, “The Oracle is tomorrow night. You just turned eighteen last week; you’re still young. It’s a great place to find someone.” The Oracle was a ceremony that happened once a year. It was for werewolves to find a mate, but you had to be eighteen and above to attend. Everyone in the pack that could attend always did. Even the alpha of the pack and his Luna.

Zuri says and the Puelos all nod. They go on to describe their planet's difference from Kea and we all ask questions, which doesn't seem to bother them, until the announcer cuts in again. "Time to rotate ladies. Bronkark, Kea, blue. Earth, Glortinon, red. Vaal, Cok, yellow. Frole, Shikaz, orange. Makskin, Hassin, Peulo, green. Please take your seats your fourth course will be a smooth juice from Gaimo," he says and we stand up.