Jingga Novels & Stories

Gia asked, ripping the curtain back. She turned from side to side to give me a better view. “That’s the same one as before.” I eyed the top with suspicion, wondering if this was some kind of trick. Was she trying to catch me out or something? Gia dropped her shoulders with a huff. “That was cerise; this one is red.” She cocked out her hip and glowered at me as if I were blind. They both looked exactly the fucking same to me. I dragged a hand down my face.

Amelia glances over her shoulder, caught between amusement and concern as she sees the excited expressions of her men—ready to explore a world that exists beyond the waves. In a moment of eagerness, she strides toward a vendor selling an array of spiced fruit. Bright colors catch her eye—red pomegranates, vibrant oranges, and tantalizing purple figs. The vendor, a short man with curly hair and a large grin, holds out a palm adorned with glistening fruit. “Taste!” he invites, his voice lilting with warmth, a welcome offered among the chaos.

Anita: (chiming in) And Carmen looks stunning in blush tones. Lady Eleanor: (thinking) Blush could be the base color, representing romance. Let's add a touch of gold for sophistication and a hint of sage green for a fresh, natural element. Carmen: (excited) I love that idea! Blush, gold, and sage green. It sounds so elegant. Mrs. Thompson: Those colors will create a beautiful and harmonious atmosphere. Blush will dominate, gold will add a regal touch, and sage green will provide balance.

After the jasmine flowers in the back mountain form seeds, you can grind two boxes for yourself and your mother. There was not much profit from the foundation, so Selena put it aside and then picked up the rouge. Now there are several kinds of rouge for sale in the market in Beerspa, mainly in powder and paste form, among which the color is normal. Red, orange-red, and pink are the main colors, and there are numerous other rare colors. In comparison, the cream rouge is better, and the color of the cheeks is more even.

The inside was silver and steaming. “You're kidding. Is that smoking?” “It's the juice, don't worry. Try it.” Aurora hesitantly brought it to her mouth. A cold liquid ran down her chin before she even took a bite. The taste was... impossible to explain. Sweet like honey, sour like lemon, with a hint of mint. She gasped. “This is good. Like, really good.” Samira smiled, satisfied. “Most fruits here have healing or stimulating properties. Some just nourish, others strengthen. This one, for example, clears the mind. It helps when you're anxious.”

"But as I said, as long as a relative of mine is still alive, we are not oblige to do so. Thanks to Mamang Turiya." "Who is that?" "My grandfather's cousin." "So, what now?" "You understand right, that I came here not to make you propose to me or something? I came here because I am finding something, as what I said, the Vermilion. The one thing that could stop the Malignobons. And I believe if l could find it, we will not get oblige to stick to each other forever anymore. There's a story that our ancestors had told us. It's about the Vermilion. Once found, it would grant the catcher to have two wishes. I promise you once I find it, one of those wishes that I will make is to break the treaty

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

#winks. Here's my contact info: +234816070856... I really hope you get this. Just know I'm expecting your... Your crush, Tim. I scoffed. What did he mean by crush? Who says I'm crushing on him? I went back and read from the beginning. I can't quite remember but I'm sure a sheepish smile was playing on my lips. Something felt off so I counted the digits of his phone number only to discover one digit had been torn out along with the rest that had been torn out.