Orange 7 소설 & 이야기

But I did not accept the credit card he handed over. "I do not hate you, but I will not forgive you. I do not need the credit card. Keep it and do something more meaningful with it in your remaining time. Perhaps we once loved each other, but the timing wasn’t right. In this long seven-year marriage, I thought I could move you with love and tenderness, but I never expected it to end up like this." Harry looked at me with eyes full of guilt. "I know I have wronged you for so many years, so this is the only compensation I can offer now. I hope you will be happier in the future."

“These are used to determine a mage’s aptitude for magic.” He went under one of the wide trunks and reached out to a low hanging red orb. It looked like a small upside-down fish bowl. As soon as Damien touched it, it began to glow faintly and give a sweet tinkling sound. “Red is the most resistant.” said the groundskeeper. “Purple comes next, then blue, green, yellow and orange as the most sensitive to magic.” he went over to an orange orb and breathed on it. The orb gave a high pitched tinkle, a small web-like crack forming around it. “As you can see, even a little magic can easily break it.”

But as Helen asked, he had to take care of me. Now I could swallow a cow, but looking at the food he passed to me, I felt nauseous. "Audrey, try it. Jeffrey knows you like sweet food and specially asked them to prepare it for you." It was funny. Jeffrey didn't even know what I liked. On the contrary, I knew his preferences and his favorite color was rose gold. Seeing my hesitation, Richard asked with concern, "What's wrong, Audrey? What happened between you two? Did he bully you?"

The color of this lipstick is very light, a thin layer, moisturizing and bringing a good complexion. He pressed it against her lips again, as if to taste the remaining taste, and then opened his lips to entangle with her, and the taste of orange was brought to her, sweet and sticky, which was very touching. She chased him, sucking and biting, greedily absorbing the sweetness. The taste of orange faded, and only her unique softness remained in her senses. He began to demand it, forcing her to retreat step by step, and he held her head with one hand to face him, and let her go only when she knew that her breath was unstable.

The orange juice contained abortion pills and a little wolfbane that would work effectively because Olivia was an omega. "Drink up. I heard that natural orange juice is good for pregnant women," her boss lied. "Thank you," Olivia muttered and took the glass to her lips.

After a while, he finally came with his car making a loud honk to announce his presence. Once again, I gave you reminders for the last time. "I'll lock the doors, but here's the duplicate key." I put a pair of silver key attached to a cute keychain at the vanity table just next to the bed. A tiny pink macaroon with a bottle of banana milk in its pink seal at the top. You have the blue one as we bought this in this certain store that sells stuffs for couples. I, then, took my white micro bag at the top of the table with my eyes not leaving yours.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

Feeling satisfied, Rose left, but I immediately spat out the medicine that I had hidden under my tongue. This time, I clearly noticed how she brushed the marks on her neck as she gave Brody a flirtatious glance.

But I already admitted that I was abnormal. So I peeled oranges for her. Everyday I peeled as much as twenty and more, and I would take them to her. I would watch her eat them slowly. Then I would squeeze the rest on her skin and lick it off her, revealing in the taste of orange juice mixed with her sweat. And she would moan loudly when I sucked it off her centre, I had decided that oranges tasted the sweetest on her skin. And nothing made me more fulfilled than watching her on top of me, eating oranges from all the right places.