Orange Series Novels & Stories

Looking at the phone screen for a while, she dropped it and plodded into the bathroom. With Ryan and Malcolm around, she wasn’t going to be bored. More so she had a day off so she can binge watch her favorite Korean series and have a lot of rest. Today would be good no matter what. ……… The time was past two In the afternoon when the doorbell rang. Both of them were watching a Korean drama together and Ryan had to open the door. The two unfamiliar faces at the door greeted him with a smile. “How can we help you?” “We are here to help Miss Aurora with her makeup,” one of them said.

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’m sure this looks crazy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Colton’s POV “How do I get back?” I ask the goddess. “You will have to get strong, before you is a orchard where many fruits if you chose the right ones you will be ready for the challenge beyond, if you choose wrong you will be too weak,” she explains. “Great,” I roll my eyes and start toward the grove of trees. Okay apples? An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Red? Color of love? Green? Color of envy?

He explained. But I stopped listening. The words "Orange Bar" echoed in my mind. When I was still running from the Orchid, I had learned to first identify all their affiliated businesses in every country I stepped in. One place that had almost every member of the Orchid in every country was the Orange bar. This only meant one thing Steven was connected to the Orchid. What exactly was the connection? My eyes narrowed, my grip on the armrest tightening. The Orchid didn't do favors, or owe anyone, they only stepped in if you were one of their own or if it was of great benefit to them.

“If this isn’t pet care, I have to contact the person who booked the job first to confirm.” Her expression flickered, then she calmed down. “Don’t be nervous. Just help me unpack a few boxes. That’s what errand runners do, right?” Something felt off. The job was listed as pet care, but there was no sign of an animal. The woman kept avoiding the topic. Even stranger: a small security camera in the corner of the room was pointed directly at the entrance and the sofa. I tensed up and stepped back. “Sorry, the job description doesn’t match what’s here. I can’t continue. You can update the order on the app, and I’ll decide if I can take it.”

“It’s David Beckham all over again.” Orlando joked. “Don’t joke, just distract me. I don’t want to scare her.” I replied. “Okay, your mother. Your sister. Your parents having sex. Baby poop.” “Baby poop?” I asked, not understanding why that was Orlando’s train of thought. Going from my parents having sex to baby poop. “It’s disgusting and smells terrible. I could smell some on Cyrus last time we were there.” Orlando said. Well, at least he had distracted me enough, so I could finally speak. “You’re the most beautiful and amazing woman I have ever met, Ariel. Nothing could change that. But please put the t-shirt back on, because I want to touch you so badly right now.”

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

The amusement park was alive with sounds and colours, music spilling from speakers, children shrieking with laughter, and the metallic screech of rides twisting against the sky. The air was thick with the scent of buttered popcorn, caramel, and frying oil, all of it heavy and cloying to Orion's sharpened senses. He could hear everything: the distant click of cameras, the hum of generators, and the thousands of overlapping heartbeats, and it made his temples throb.