Orange Caramel Raina Novels & Stories

"That's what I heard." "Wow..." exclaimed Maicy, yet again sucking on a Cherry flavoured lolipop. By now, you must have all guessed what the rainbow squad were doing, sucking on lollipops just because they matched their hair colour. They always had one in hand, despite the fact that the said flavours weren't really their favourite, just to keep up the fairy disguise. Soralina slowly lifted her own strawberry flavoured one to her mouth, leaving it just like that and not even sucking. Jennet scoffed, her black current lollipop in her hand. "Your sister really is a Goddess here isn't she?"

Saying nothing else, he took his bathrobe and left Armando who was still laughing by the pool. “Ha ha you girl, just lose your cellphone and immediately get upset and go into the house. You crybaby!” Armando sneered, which could still be heard clearly in Raina’s ears. Raina was still smiling triumphantly as she stepped inside. Secretly he had planned something for his cousin. “You have a hundred ways to destroy me, but I have a thousand.” *** This morning Raina was very well dressed and prepared for her first day working for Blanc. With graceful steps, the woman headed for the dining table.

“You’ve made Ryan blush, you dirty slut!” Sandra smiles at you, then thankfully changes the subject to put you out of your misery. “So Ryan, which famous person would you choose?” You think about it for a moment. “Uh, I dunno… maybe Scar Son?” “Good choice!” says Laura. “Yeah, good choice,” agrees Sandra. “You know, I think I’d probably turn lesbian for Scar Son. How about you, Laura?” Laura shrugs. “Maybe. I bet she eats pussy like a pro.”

I said out aloud and both of them looked up at me with a smile. "Ara! you're back!" She climbed down the sofa and rushed over to me. I picked her up and she blessed me with her kisses on the face. I giggled and kissed her back. "Aw someone was excited to see me," I said and she nodded enthusiastically. I put her down and went to the kitchen to fetch something to drink. We had some orange juice and I poured it into a glass before going to sit with them and watch cartoons. Brenna was our next-door neighbor. She was a polite lady in her early forties and often babysat Crystal, my niece on weekdays as on weekends I was home I used to take her responsibility.

Her voice was soft, laced with concern, and her eyes studied her friend’s face. “No, it’s not you,” Raina replied after a moment, shaking her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the moving traffic outside the car window. “It’s just… the fact that I haven’t done something about it yet, that I’ve let it go this long without fighting to get it back… it’s really disturbing. And to think that it’s in the hands of that scum…” Her voice trailed off, heavy with emotion and frustration.

When the strike came, she dodged it, and cornered him. Then, suddenly, her claws flared. It wasn't the usual claw, not the type to be hidden. It came out blazing molten silver, big enough for the smallest pup to see from the upper level. The warrior staggered back, shock evident on his face. Then, the little Omega rose, her shoulders rising with her, eyes glowing violet. The crowd erupted in shock. Some were amazed, while others wallowed in unbelief. “Impossible! That's not happening!” Cael hissed in shock also.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

“My aunty Rain is not a bad person, she just gets frustrated at times.” “So that's her name?.” He nodded. Ariel sat in silence with the sniffling child, she bought him some snacks and a lollipop. She promised to come back for him before she left, unaware it may be the last time she'd ever see him. Bianca was furious when Ariel stepped in. Her audience were getting tired of waiting. The white fur rested elegantly on her shoulder, her purple sequin dress clung elegantly to her slender figure. Her updo hair framed her asymmetrical face perfectly.

Gianna, sensing the shift, leaned in to peek at the notebook. Calvin snapped it shut. "You're tired. Go lie down." She latched onto his arm, fake pout in full effect. "Calvin, come with me..." All sugary sweetness and manipulative charm. But this time, he didn't jump. Just let her pull him upstairs, quiet and heavy. The room looked nothing like before. Soft gold? Gone. Now it screamed in bold orange—loud and dramatic, just like Gianna. Closet, corners, vanity—all drowning in designer junk. The wedding photo? Replaced with some cringy pic of them rowing in Venice. The whole place was Gianna-fied. Not a single trace of Angela left.

"I'm not feeling any emotion heights with your words...uhm...Yulia. Are you here to kidnap me?" "No. I'm simply paying you a visit." "Really? Am I that pitiful?" "No. You really just beguile my interest. I'm glad I came." He approached her. He took her hand to put a small, silver box with a glittery ribbon on top. "Happy birthday, Tamara Kromatova. Accept my gift to you. May you dream of me until I see you again."