Ms Pinky Novels & Stories

Her friends shouted at her. Pinky was breathing so heavily that the rise and fall of her chest could be seen so easily. She turned to look at them, her eyes becoming red." He...he... kissed her! The pig!!" Pinky said in a strangled voice as she continued to move around her hands on her head. "He didn't kiss her. He was only trying to help her get some air. She could have died..." "I didn't bloody care! I don't bloody care, Meg! The worst part of it is giving her the first kiss I deserve. Morris kissed a girl in front of me!" Pinky shouted,her fists clenched.

Richard said as they were walking to an ATM machine located next to the shopping mall. “Thank you,” Rebecca smiled. “Did mum buy it for you?” Richard asked. “Not really, I bought it last Christmas,” Rebecca replied. “Is red your favourite colour?” Richard asked. “Why do ask?” Rebecca responded. “I’m just asking,” Richard replied. “Pink is my favourite colour, what about you?” she asked. “I love black,” Richard replied. “That’s cool,” Rebecca commented. “I would love to see you wearing pink,” Richard said. “Really? Can I ask you why?” Rebecca said.

His voice was deep, sharp around the edges, like he didn't say more than necessary. As they walked together, Missy couldn't help but glance at her reflection in a passing window. Next to Sienna's sleek jeans and black crop top, and Marco's all-black outfit and cold stare, she looked like a storybook character that wandered into the wrong book. Everyone here looked so edgy. So fearless. And she looked like... well, her. A simp light washed jeans and a soft cream sweater. But today someone noticed that. Someone didn't laugh at it. He called her Pink.

There were whispers that seeing this color could even make him short of breath. While it was only a rumor, it did affirm that he indeed disliked pink. Seeing her opportunity, Yaslyn stoked the flames further. "Pink is inherently hard to elevate to a sophisticated look, especially the shade I despise the most—the shade of pink found on lotus roots. It's preposterous." As soon as she said this, the man beside her approached her. "Miss, do you also find this pink attire distasteful?" As expected, he fell for it.

BRITTNEY The orgasm still pulses through me, even after a nice hot shower getting dressed in some comfortable denim -cut-offs and a nice pink tee shirt. I have pink socks and pink tennis shoes, too. Hell, even my panties are pink! My ponytail is secured with a pink hairband. A pink ball-cap finishes the theme. Sometimes, I just feel like pink. Usually, those are days I want to feel girly.

"Have you ever taken such things?" She looked eager. "I have enjoyed party drugs a few times, but never the fabled Pink. It has quite a reputation for making things better, both gentle and significant. But it is impossible to find for love or money, I heard you have to be a friend of the supplier?" Sam pointed out the marks on the pill, a zero on one side and an off-center lightning bolt on the other. The pink color was also unique, and she pointed out there was a thin white layer in the center in the pill. "These are the marks of the real thing. A few people tried to make imitations but the color is impossible to match. They wound up out in the desert."

My perfect man and knight in shining armor. “Baby!” That tiny voice spoke as the door opened, jolting me out of my truancy. I weakly stood up, moving out of my room. Upon getting to the main room, I met with a pink-haired lady, her hair was tinted and her lens was pink which indicated it was fixed. I stared down at her lips and realized it was pink too. This lady was obsessed with pink because she was also wearing pink maxi shorts and tank tops. I furthered to her hand and my eyes widened at the luggage she held.

She called but Pink couldn't bring herself to give a reply. "Look at me Pink... C'mon!" Jasmine urged. "Pink?" Jasmine drawled when she noticed she wouldn't even raise up her head to look at them. Slowly, pink raised up her head... Jasmine couldn't recognize the Pink sitting in front of her... Her face looked puffy and stained with tears.. They were dark circles round her eyes.. Jasmine felt pity for her. "I'm... I'm sorry Jasmine.." Pink spoke up, choking on her tears. "I.. I was selfish,, I.. I didn't know what came over me. I'm really sorry.." She burst into tears.

Naka-suot din siya nang one inches high shoes na kulay itim. Hindi din nawala ang bitbit niyang isang portfolio na may laman ng kung anong ituturo niya. At mas na-kyutan lang ako dahil hindi naman kahabaan ang buhok niya ngunit inipit niya ito gamit ang kulay pink din na pamutos. This woman loves color pink so much.

" I asked while he nodded. "I must say I’m a bit impressed, I thought you were the type of girls who listen to…I don’t know, didn't expect you to like one of my songs" he said with a grin, I looked away from him. "what kind of music does pinky like?" he asked, I rolled my eyes at the word Pinky, feeling a little embarrassed about it, he still remembers how I looked that day, and he's using it against me. "well... when a song captures my attention it’s worth to listen. And stop calling me that" I said looking at him while he was looking at the road.