Jingga Novels & Stories

"We really did get you a present." Oh yeah the piece of jewelry. I had almost forgotten about it. I look down at it and realize it's not a bracelet but rather a neck chain with the letter K. "We all have one." Mckayla says as she takes the platinum jewel from my hand. "In a way you could say it's a symbol of our friendship." It's only then that I notice that all four of them are wearing a similar necklace with a different letter of course. "Lift up your hair." My friend orders.

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off

She maintained silence for a while as if she didn't buy it. "If you say so,” she nodded. "Now let's get to business, shall we?" I nodded and without further thoughts, we both alighted from the vehicle. I was instantly welcomed with a strong scent of Ginger. A potential weakness of Vampires. This was Damian's way of welcoming me to his Pack. The Crimson Prowlers Pack. This was his way of showing how much he hates and fears me. "You feel that?" Martha asked beside me while I stared at his gigantic mansion donning a magnificent shade of yellow and green

Enter what? I tried my name. J-A-S-M-I-N-E. Denied. I tried “Return.” Denied. Then, without thinking, I typed: DOOR 2. The door clicked. A breath. A mechanical sigh. And it opened for me. I should’ve turned around. But I didn’t. I stepped inside. — This time, the corridor was longer. The air wasn’t stale. It was alive—humid, electric, charged like the seconds before a thunderstorm. The hallway lights pulsed in rhythm with my steps.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Gavin looked at him shyly. “I love jams,” Gavin whispered. “I know you do. It’s why I brought them,” Ainar’s smile widened. “Go on, eat.” The alpha opened the jar for him, even broke down the bread for him so he could them comfortably. Gavin grabbed a spoon from the basket, the jam on his other hand. He dipped the spoon before quickly putting it into his mouth. He hummed delightedly at the flavor that settled on his tongue. It’s a raspberry jam, he belatedly realized. He did not realize at first as many fruits also had red color. The sweetness of the fruit tickled his senses. He quickly dipped the spoon in the jam again, before putting it back to his mouth.

Drake The leaves had collected at the door again and all over the parking lot. There was nothing more breathtaking than the crimson, dark yellow, and burnt oranges that filled the scene before him. The large, colorful trees lined the narrow road that led up to the gym. He took a quick right and moved more into the line of the forest, breathing in deeply and picking up his pace until he was running hard. Jake would kick his ass if he tried to talk the other man into something so aggressive, but for him... it was a walk in the park.

You can do this! ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

“Amazing! Did you make this yourself?” The lady nodded happily. “Here, give some to your friends over there.” A short woman with long hair came up to Rhina and offered her some bubble gum. “Here, this is the tastiest brand of gum you can find in New Ajens. Give some to your friends, too.” “Thanks,” Rhina said as she took the gum. More people rose from their seats and came to the three travelers. “Want a cigarette? You can have the whole box if you want.” A man in a miner’s jacket handed Ishida a red box labeled, “Cherry.”

Unless… Hema stood in front of the grand mirror, her breath hitching slightly as she took in her own reflection. She looked regal—no, ethereal—draped in a crimson-red lehenga embroidered with intricate golden motifs, each thread weaving a tale of elegance and power. The blouse, adorned with shimmering embellishments, hugged her form, accentuating her graceful posture. A sheer red dupatta cascaded from her head, its gold-edged embroidery framing her face like a queen’s crown.