Kamar Serba Pink Novels & Stories

Standing before me is a Queen size bed designed with pink, yeah my best color. I looked to my right and I saw a reading table with an amazing lamp and expensive looking chair. I walked to my left and pushed a door to find a dressing room with a mirror and wardrobe painted with pink, everything about this room is pink, like pink penthouse, yeah I love that name. I walked out of the room and threw myself hard on the very succulent bed. And all of a sudden the doorbell rang. I walked to the door and opened it to see a maid standing at the door.

I sauntered after her and when she switched on the lights, I was stunned to see a beautiful room that had many pink colors in it but it was gorgeous. "Wow, it's so beautiful" "Well, this is going to be your new room from today onwards, I hope you love it?" I found nothing wrong with my former room but it was better than the garbage I had in Liam's pack but now I had such a beautiful suite. The bed wasn't too large, it had two drawers beside it and a large wardrobe at the other corner. It was painted pink and the bed was pink too. "It was meant for Serena but she disliked it because of the color, so I ordered the maids to do a little retouch on it" Hannah told me with a charming beam.

I put my arms around him and he embraced me and stroked my hair. We stayed like that for a while, and I didn’t think Javier had any plan of letting me go, but I pulled back. “This room is so…pink,” I said. It had pink walls, pink beddings, the nightstand too was pink, even the canopy was pink. There was a pink alarm clock on the table beside a tiny pink pitcher and a cup. It was all so pink. “It was Josephine’s. She has a thing for pink. She used to dye her hair pink when she was in high school,” he said, and I laughed.

she told her, "she occupies one of the rooms downstairs and she's the one taking care of Ricky and Deardre cause I'm almost always not around." "Okay." was all Cookie could come up with. She folded her lips and followed Martina up the stairs. Martina showed her to her room. It was a large room meant for three other people. it was so nice and pinky. The only tiny problem was that Cookie didn't like the pink decorations ideas and stuff. She felt pink was too girly. What she loves was nude, black or yellow. "I see that I've got a lot of change to make in this room." She said to her self, placing her bags on her king size bed.

It felt surreal, like wearing a costume that somehow fit. Zoe was still talking. “Let me take you to your quarters.” She said, leading me through a wide hallway before pushing open a door with both hands like she was revealing something grand. Well, it was, but I almost went blind. Pink. Everywhere. The walls, the cushions, the curtains, all of it aggressively, enthusiastically pink. I stood very still and let my eyes adjust. “Mr Langston said feel free to change whatever you like, to your taste,” Zoe offered cheerfully.

I could move my hand! I wasn’t tied and I wasn’t in some basement with a leaking pipe and dead rotten rodents!!! My eyes greedily took in the view in front of me. With everything that I took in my eyes widened another fraction to the point I believed they would pop out of their socket. Damn. One thing was for sure it’s not the Isyanov’s that caught me. They are never this hospitable with their welcome. But the whole room was fu*king pink! Like a Barbie room! Even the décor was like a 10-year-old Barbie+Pink obsessed lassie! Damn! Did I get in the hands of a psycho, who wants to fulfill his Barbie fantasies?!

I froze, my eyes trailing around the pink coloured room. The room has pink wallpaper and dark pink carpets. The whole room was obviously built to for a child, preferably a baby girl. I walked into the room slowly, completely in awe with the whole decor. There was a play pen by the side, having plushies and cute dolls all lined up.

She rolled her eyes then yelled out an 'okay' as a response and closed the door. Surprisingly, her room was all pink. Pink carpet, pink closet, pink vanity, pink bed, pink curtains and pink bean bag. Everything was pink. Even her flat screen TV was pink. "Holy!" I breathed as I looked around. "It's like Pepto-Bismol in here." Riley shot me a glare. "No hating on my room okay?" she hissed.

After a moment, a girl with pink curly hair reaches in her neck, dressed entirely in pink, pink short short, pink shirt, swung the door open with an exuberant smile. "Good afternoon, Mama Rose!" she cheerfully greeted. "Good afternoon, Pink. This is Infinite, Angelo's younger sister," Rose introduced me. "Hello, Infinite. I'm Pink. Welcome to Kanna and welcome to the Women's Peach House," Pink welcomed me with a warm smile. "Infinite, this is what I was talking about. Your new room and roommates. They'll give you a tour of the house and the whole streets of Kanna," Rose directed her attention to Pink.

I can hear his calm pulse as he strokes my hair gently. It's so weird to be naked in my childhood bed with my man. It feels so wrong and right at the same time. Strangely, it feels so peaceful to have him in such a space. I'm surprised that my parents never changed anything about the room. The small bed in the corner with pink sheets. The pink walls with pictures of designers and models. The small windows with pink curtains. The pink dressing table next to a pink closet. Yes, that's how obsessed I was with pink.