Ms Pinky Novels & Stories

Lydia looked up, professional smile firmly in place. “Good morning. Do you have an appointment?” Pinky laughed, making a sharp, dismissive sound. “Appointment? No. Just tell him Pinky is here. He will understand.” Lydia’s fingers paused briefly over the keyboard. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but without an appointment, I can’t let you in.” Pinky’s smile slipped. “Did you not hear me?” she asked slowly. “I said tell him it’s Pinky.” “I did hear you,” Lydia replied calmly. “But company policy requires—”

I stomped my leg against the floor and groaned loudly before I walked after her. "Pinky, give your cousin a dress to wear to the fundraising event. You both should be ready in an hour's time, alright?" "Okay mummy" Pinky happily agreed. Before I could say flapjack, Pinky pulled me into her room. As I walked in, I had to close my eyes repeatedly because of the pink color that was almost blinding me. Pink walls, pink roof, pink bed, pink covers, pink reading table, pink everything. This girl makes me hate pink so much I want to throw up.

I quickly concluded and she laughed “no he's not. He's just the guy who loves pink. He's also known as the pink model and it looks good on him” she said and grinned “okay, so tell me about the girl” I said and crossed my arms to listen “she's WiniRed. That's her nickname because her favorite color is red. She's the bad girl. Some say she has pride but she's still the one with most of the fans” “and why is that?” “because she shows them love. She's only proud towards other celebrities”

I look at Gina who sticks her tongue at me playfully. I stick my tongue back causing us to giggle in unison. "I see. Let me see if I have any in stock. You said a hot pink or a light pink?" He asks, sitting down in his chair and typing in his keyboard. "A light pink." I reply fidgeting with my pants anxiously. I don't even know why I'm anxious right now, sometimes it just happens randomly.

A light bulb that shining like his precious diamonds. Oh... ba't di ko nalang kaya bigyan ng response note ang gagong 'yon? I'm sure sasaya ang gagong 'yon. With that thought, a smirk crept into my mouth as that thought excites me. Agad ko ng binuksan ang drawers ko and then searched for some sticky notes. And good thing I've found some in pink color. Such a sweet and so girly color. I took a pen and then started scribbling a note para sa bawat file na nandun. Making sure to do it properly'!

"Oh my God, I can't. Where did this pink princess come from? Everything on you is pink. Aren't you a little old for this? Are you doing this on purpose? This is so embarrassing." Every pair of eyes at the party followed her gaze straight to me, and my face went scarlet on the spot. I loved pink. I always had. For as long as I could remember, almost everything I owned was pink. Pink bags, pink water bottles, pink hair clips, pink t-shirts, pink sweaters, pink phone cases, even my little keychains had to be pink. It was not like I had never heard comments about it before. I had run into plenty of boys who called me high-maintenance and prissy, and girls who said I was trying too hard to be cut

I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was tied up in a high ponytail, slightly messy from the front, a pink hoodie (yes, pink and it was looking cute), blue jeans in a darker shade and white sneakers. “The day you wear pink Aury, I’ll give you twenty dollars” Mike said as we sat on the sofa having our cereal. “It’s not like I don’t wear pink Miky. I have a pink t-shirt too you know,” I replied with a mouthful of cereal and milk.

“We need to do this more often.” “Agreed,” I said. After the massage and spa portion of the pedicure was done, the estheticians set to work painting our toes. I had chosen a dark purple color with a bit of glitter in it, while Ginny had favored a hot pink. She looked over at me as she turned down the intensity of her chair so her foot wouldn’t be moving while it was painted. “I can’t believe I missed Saturday night. And all that shit went down. It’s insane.”

"Tell me pinky, what do you want?" I pulled out a chair and rested on it. Pinky got up and faced her back on me. She walked close to the window and looked through. The suspense became so much that I demanded an explanation. Pinky turned right away and said the following day was Abhishek's birthday. She wanted us to talk about celebrating it. Why would she want me to plan for Abhishek's party? Avanti walked into the room and found us talking, pinky immediately excused herself and left in a hurry.

So this, this will be my payback to him To make this even more unbearable, I have his favorite color on. See, he is not a man that is hung up on your ordinary black or white; he is more a deep pink kind of man. And believe me, when he sees this one, he is going to wish he never left the ladies in the first place I wait for Kyle to let the music begin; I have a very wide eye Christian staring at me. "Princess, what are you doing?" "Can you not work on the floor?"