Pink Corruption Cubic Novels & Stories

Julio added, his eyes shining. "I've told Ted to help me find the place. It might take some time, being that we only have an idea of what the inside looks like. But the pink powder..." I said, hoping it would be a clue. Damon shook his head. "There are at least fifty, if not a hundred, places that manufacture the pink powder. It's just a variation on heroin. It makes things more fun. The variety came out about a year or two after I took the throne. It was mostly done by people our age."

Raven yanks my pants and soaked panties down my thighs in one rough motion, exposing my dripping cunt to the cool night air. “Fuck, look at this pretty detective pussy,” Raven groans, spreading my legs wide. “Swollen. Dripping. Practically begging for us.” I’m panting, pulling uselessly against the handcuffs. “This is wrong… I’m supposed to arrest you… I can’t—” Jade pulls out a small, glowing blue cube from her pocket. “This is our special product, Detective. Spicy Cube. Pure ecstasy. One taste and you’ll be floating.”

"Have you ever taken such things?" She looked eager. "I have enjoyed party drugs a few times, but never the fabled Pink. It has quite a reputation for making things better, both gentle and significant. But it is impossible to find for love or money, I heard you have to be a friend of the supplier?" Sam pointed out the marks on the pill, a zero on one side and an off-center lightning bolt on the other. The pink color was also unique, and she pointed out there was a thin white layer in the center in the pill. "These are the marks of the real thing. A few people tried to make imitations but the color is impossible to match. They wound up out in the desert."

Her eyes were aflame with excitement as she opened the door. The panacea polypore lay still within the velvet cushioning, but where it should be flawlessly white, it was instead glistening in red. To make things worse, while normal polypores tended to be plump and meaty, this one was rock hard and rotting on the edges! "What the…" Cindy gaped. "What the hell is this? Why is it rotting? And it's so hard!" Frank moved forward for a look and chuckled coolly. "Oh, so it's dead."

“Come on, let’s take a peak from afar. Nobody is gonna know.” Zadicus giggled, gesturing to them to go inside as they walked. They all stopped at the edge, on a fair distance there was a silver rock lying over an obsidian. “That’s Fiend Forgery.” Zadicus told them, pointing at the silver rock. “The silver one?” Persephone asked. “Yeah.” He nodded. “It looks pretty ordinary.” Kriss frowned, displeased at the sight.

Richard said as they were walking to an ATM machine located next to the shopping mall. “Thank you,” Rebecca smiled. “Did mum buy it for you?” Richard asked. “Not really, I bought it last Christmas,” Rebecca replied. “Is red your favourite colour?” Richard asked. “Why do ask?” Rebecca responded. “I’m just asking,” Richard replied. “Pink is my favourite colour, what about you?” she asked. “I love black,” Richard replied. “That’s cool,” Rebecca commented. “I would love to see you wearing pink,” Richard said. “Really? Can I ask you why?” Rebecca said.

"Fine. Do what you have to do. I think I'll go back to my room, then." She nodded and V went away. As she stood up and looked at the mess she had done, she noticed a hibiscus flower that she overlooked awhile ago. She drew nearer and picked it up. At first she did not believe her instincts for it might just been a coincidence. But apart from she's in the safest place at the moment, she still could not find any other proof that the flower did not come from a Malignobon. She had received many of this leaf before, when she was still in the Realm. Although, it would be ridiculous to think that a Malignobon really had infiltrated her current location now. So what could it really be? She got so co

“I’m done talking about this, Cy. She’s gone. Nothing you say or do can bring her back. Besides, we have more important things to discuss.” My eyes slid to the Christmas tree, large and imposing. A smile graced his lips. “I know you had The Queen implement the no decorations rule, but I wanted this year to be special. I wanted you to remember this birthday as the best and I know purple is your favorite color.” “It’s a stupid fucking color,” I spat, ignoring the fact that it really was my favorite color.

“We already have one dead kid. I'd hate to find more dead kids looking like Connor Rollins. Help us out here. We know you know something we can use…” I dragged my hand over my face. “According to my sources, this drug is called the Pink Opium. But where is it manufactured, and who sells it? That I cannot help you with.” The detective nodded before fixing his eyes on mine. “Then where did you get those packages we found in your club? Who did you get them from?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Were you not in the room a minute ago? I've never even seen what the drug looks like before tonight.”