Ninjago Pink Ninja Novels & Stories

Blue was frightened, 🤭🤭😂 Red: 😂 I can't believe it. 😡😡 I hate you! Scarlet: Pink is the initiator of that Onee-chan. Pink !!!!! Black: Oopss, Imma head out. Black offline Black! You can't even head out! You are part of it! 😤😤 Pink: You are not loyal! Scarlet! 😥 Scarlet: Sorry 🥺 Red: Yes 🙄🙄 You're a traitor. Pink offline Red offline Where is Violet? Scarlet: Uhm Onee-chan, she goes to Paris. After she startled you and left immediately saying vamanos Paris, adios. 😅😅

I blink, completely frozen. Vincenzo looks bored with his hands in his pockets, eyes flicking over the crowd like they’re annoying flies buzzing too close. His expression is as cold as ever. One look….just one…and the giggling dies down a little. His aura is sharp, dangerous, and untouchable. Even from here, I can feel it. The air around him feels colder, heavier. A girl with pink nails dares to step forward, smiling sweetly. “How on earth do you look exactly like Nico?? How on earth do you look so hot and sexy??”

Ren looked at the speaker. It was Jinx. Her avatar was a sleek, cyber-ninja construct. She wore matte-black stealth plating, a hood pulled low over a digital mask that displayed a shifting neon smiley face. Currently, the face was rolling its eyes. Twin monofilament katanas were strapped to her back. "Relax, Jinx," the second figure rumbled. "The man’s got a life." This was Tank.

Well, aside from the obvious fact that Pinky is the second most powerful Alpha female after Alpha Lucia, and that she's beautiful like the constellation in the dark night sky. All men would kneel on the ground to have her hand. I turned my head to Manuel. And I believe he'd be the one to lead those men. "Pinky of District I—I cannot believe I am speaking to you right now. You've done amazingly well in the past matches. I can't even count the amount of knock downs you've done using my fingers. I don't even think my toes can help!" she flattered the woman. Pinky chuckled softly. She doesn't have the face of the woman who made fifteen men beg on their knees to be spared.

She kicked the innocent ground to express her annoyance as she put on the mask per command. Pink gnashed her inner wall while paying attention to any possible movement. Her power; flower attribute; had generously distributed across the entire area. From high to low areas. Any sudden movement created by those people could be felt by Pink. The flowers were some kind of nerve that alerted her but wouldn’t pain her if they were destroyed or cut. That’s how fair her power was. “Jenny!” Jenny shut her mouth when Pink gave a low warning. Pink peeked at the royal family and their relatives.

The two then turned and exploded in an array of scarlet and pink lightning, leaving behind the teenagers. How did they know the Pink Projectile? Jasmine was about to approach them and her jaw immediately dropped when an even more peculiar thing happened. She watched Natasha turn her head this way and that, as if making sure nobody saw them right before turning around and bursting off in green-blue lightning, just as what the other two people before her had done. No way! Natasha Johnson is the-the. . .Natasha is the . . .Viper!

“Baby Pink, show the club she isn’t touchable.” “Yes, Vincento,” Ginger purred. “Baby Pink for a baby doll. It’s a shame, I like playing with dolls.”

Alfi asked in an amazement. “Alfi, focus!” Koji scolded him. “Don’t let our guard down! He is an orange ranked member, he must be very strong.” He added agitated. “Exactly! Waku-Waku has 3 ranks! Pink rank is for the newbies who haven’t summoned Ribo or they don’t have Jowa. Orange rank is for the ones who have both Jowa and Ribo which means they are very strong!” Wira explained. “Wait, it means the pink ranked members don’t have Jowa, right? How do they use Doki-Doki without Jowa?!” Koji asked.

’ I greeted making myself comfortable on her desk. ‘hi babes.’ She replied, dropping her nails. ‘You visited the nail salon.’ My eyes went to her newly polished nails painted in pink and white. It looked cute. Jasmine style. ‘I don't like the nails. I wanted a darker shade of pink.’ She murmured, still eyeing her finger nails. ‘but this looks dark enough to me though.’ dark?! This looks like pastel pink.’ She shrieked. ‘oh really?’ I am not a color freak like Jasmine. She loves the color pink.

Fuyu said. “Thank you for the food, Fuyu-san.” Jai corrected. Fuyu let them eat while she made their drinks. Darrion nudged Jai on the side. “That pink girl is your fans, isn’t she?” Jai grinned and took one chicken wing. “She is. Her name is Nene. She’s cute, isn’t she?” Darrion smiled and nodded. “Yeah. She reminded me of that little girl in your village who was also shy and timid. What was her name… Shela?”