Orange 7 Novels & Stories

Liam, Zak and Leo are sitting at the table laughing hysterically, drinking some brownish colored drink. I walk toward Liam whose eyes light up. He pulls me onto his lap as he kisses my cheek. I don’t know how everyone feels about this public display but no one seems to mind. “Here, try this”. He hands me his glass. I smell it. It smells like sweet oak. I take a tiny sip. It burns but is SO GOOD. I take the rest like a shot.

Jeremy prematurely ended the yacht party and forced us to apologize to Bailey. I opened the car door of the front passenger seat and saw a white lacey bra on the car seat. It was not mine. Jeremy simply took the bra and tossed it aside, but it revealed the white liquid beneath. I felt betrayed, and I could not stop my nausea as I bent down and dry heaved. Jeremy walked over and patted my back. “The front passenger seat is a little dirty. Would you like to sit in the back?”

It still amazed her that she was finally the owner of her own business. Troy had just finished his baking for the evening when she slipped into the apartment. The last item was the orange cranberry muffins which were Juicy's favorite. He had actually just placed the last golden brown muffin into an oversized food storage container. Now everything felt right in the world. Juicy was home, the apartment smelled of fresh baked bread, and her pretty brown face held a smile that was now so natural as if she hadn't been that 'angry black woman' almost half a year ago.

“Fuck everything, I want you right now.” He dipped his head in the crook of her neck, getting aroused by that sour fragrance of oranges rising from her hot skin. The sourness of orange and the sweetness of vanilla found in the heat of her body made her serve like a pie.

He agreed to text me if anything unusual happened at House 609. A few days later, Leo messaged: Mia was back. The young man was with her. And the businessman was there too. I rushed to the neighborhood immediately. This time, I didn’t try to get inside. I waited at the gate. Soon, Leo texted again: House 609 had ordered expensive alcohol delivery, but the regular driver was unreachable. An idea hit me. “Let me deliver it. I’ll just leave it at the door—I won’t go inside.” Leo hesitated, then warned me: “Be careful. Call for help if you need it.”

I can't believe myself I ignored that statement. I felt everyone's gaze as I walked closer to the crystal(orb) . I put my hands on the crystal, closed my eyes and brought myself closer. Suddenly I heard the crowd gasping. I looked at the orb and saw seven colors. Black ,blue, red, violet ,white, yellow and the most obvious color of them all that catches my eye, Dark Green. Everyone seems surprised. This is getting more cliche than I thought it would. Someone please explain to me what is going on. This feels awkward in many ways.

I said shyly, hugging Niali closer to my chest, “one or two of you could’ve come. There’s really no need for all of you to follow me.” “Nonsense, Ms. Ali,” Malix replied immediately, adjusting his jacket. “Besides, we heard there isn’t much grocery stock left in the estate. We’ll fetch some supplies while we’re here.” Before I could respond, Orange’s eyes suddenly sparkled. “Oh, look—there’s a pretty chick over there. I’m gonna get her number. Wait here—ah!” He barely took a step before Dexter smacked his shoulder again. “Dex, why do you keep hitting us?” Orange whined, rubbing the sore spot dramatically.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

Roselyn: Aahh. Awkward silence. Roselyn: What's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Sorry? Clears the throat. Roselyn: I said, what's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Oh. Its pale orange. Noises made by other students spread. Roselyn: I'm sorry WHAT? Joslyn: Pale orange! Rose/Kate: WHAT ORANGE? Joslyn: PALE ORANGE! Still unable to hear anything. Teacher arrives, and we excuse ourselves. End of story.

I say trying to calm her. Elsa and I are more than friends. We are more like sisters, we both stand at a height of 5'9 with golden hair, the only difference is our eye color. Hers are a light brown shade while mine are a very deep shade of green. Most people think we are sisters but we are both just two orphans that met one faithful day, fell in love with one another and became inseparable ever since. My mind is brought back with a mocking laugh behind us, I turn around and find Samuel.