Lyrics Orange Novels & Stories

She elucidated. Oriana rolled her eyes at her friend before grabbing the control for the stereo as she began scrolling through the playlist displayed across the screen of the LED TV. “Firstly, my sweetheart, Lee, isn't a Japanese man, he's Seoulite — a South Korean and most importantly, he isn't a weekly or monthly addiction like you claim. He's forever embedded in my heart,” she said with a dreamy sigh as her eyes held a longing look. Typical Oriana “Secondly, 5 Seconds Of Summer isn't just an ordinary boy band, it's a group of four drool–worthy, basically walking sex gods and I still can't believe you don't know them,” Emerald rolled her eyes in response, choosing not to say anything.

“I’ve also been a lot and a lot weaker underneath this shit and damn orange light…” “There must be something we can do to erase this shit and damn orange light… We mustn’t lose… We must fight back…”

"Well forget about Sebastian. What’s tomorrow?" "Umm Wednesday." "Duh hey silly. But no, what’s happening tomorrow?" "I have a mathematics test. Wait no that was moved to Friday." "You really are a hopeless romantic, you know that? Tomorrow is Valentine’s day!" "Oh, the day where everyone is dressed in pink, red or white. They're either walking around all googly-eyed or crying their hearts out because they never received anything yeah, I'm so excited." I sarcastically replied throwing my arms in the air.

Kyra felt her heart start to race at his presence and wished that she could kick herself. "Orange?" he asked when she didn't take it. Flushing a little, Kyra accepted the fruit and slowly started peeling away the rind. Immediately, a delicious smell filled the air, fresh and citrusy. Kyra took a deep breath before popping the first slice into her mouth. The orange was juicy and just the right level of sweetness.

Can I tell you that I love oranges so much and I really want one, right now. "Get some if you like it." "I d-don't like it," I said then look at the table. They are still drinking but I don't know why is he here. The three didn't bother to look at us but Ciarra is giving us a death glare. He didn't say anything but he leaned in to pick the orange fruit. "It is sweet. You should try it." "Thank you." "No, you have to pay me back for that. Nothing comes free now, my lady. Just missed your moans. Hoping I could hear it again sooner," he whispered before he left me, too stunned by what he said.

"I'd rather listen to old songs. Like Ebit G Ade, Chrisye, Panbers, Nike Ardilla." "Well, Mom," Olive pouted, "let's listen to songs that can make us dance." "Dance?" Kalina was even more confused now. "How can we dance in the car?" "We can." Olive grinned mischievously. "Just listen, Mom." "This is going to be weird, I'm sure." "No," Olive shook her head quickly. She took her phone out of her bag and tinkered with it for a moment before connecting it to the car's audio system. Olive's playlist included Korean songs, including 2PM's "Hands Up."

"I liked it!" We both looked at Ty in horror. "You know what," Ty chirped in. "I think it's time to hit the dance floor." Agreeing, we all got out of our seats and headed towards the mass of sweaty swaying bodies. Ken blended in instantly. Swaying her hips to music and moving her head from side to side as her curls flew in every direction. It wasn't long before the guy....let's call him Orange shall we? Yes, that sounds much better than calling him 'the guy she'll be hooking up with tonight'. So, as I was saying, it wasn't long before Orange was right behind her, grinding his junk into her hips, giving us an unwanted trailer of what was to come.

It was best to keep things uncomplicated. “Well, that’s probably for the best,” her boss replied with a light laugh. “You’re still young—no need to rush into marriage. I didn’t tie the knot until I was thirty.” She then glanced at the basket of oranges. “These look amazing.” “They’re delicious too,” Lydia said, a note of pride creeping into her voice. “They’re from my... uncle’s farm.” “Your uncle owns an orange farm?” her boss asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity. Lydia gave a modest smile, not wanting to seem boastful. She hadn’t meant to brag, but she couldn’t help feeling proud. These oranges weren’t just any fruit—they were from Parker’s farm, carefully cultivated and uniquely sweet. It

Her cheeks are slowly turning red. "Good. Now go bring me an orange," I say nonchalantly. She blinks a few times as if she is having a hard time understanding me. "An orange?" she repeats. "Yes. I am hungry, and I am craving an orange. Hurry up and bring one to me," I order. Sylvia hesitated for a moment before nodding her head and quickly scurrying away, her soft footfalls echoing in the hall. She comes back after a few minutes, holding an orange. She held it up in front of me. "Here you are, Alpha. Your orange," she breathes.

"Yep. Mama Agatha is right. It's a bright day, and you look great in this soft color." A relieved sigh escaped Chloe's lips. "You know, I feel like a walking orange juice. Because, from my perspective, this orange dress seems a bit too much." "No," Adrianna retorted. "Maybe you see it as a bright orange, but it's a soft orange. The color is very gentle to the eyes. Or do you want me to take a picture of you?" "Some things never change," Chloe teased.