Pink Corruption Novels & Stories

Pink, who was harassing the beastmen on the ship after unintentionally sinking the first ship by summoning the flower tornado out of excitement, shook her head. “So anti-climatic.” She puffed. Watching her partner end everything quickly, gave a bitter taste in her mouth. The flowers already filled the entire ship. The sensitive beastmen had to cover their noses with haggard expressions and labored breaths. The flowers looked harmless, but the potent smell of the flowers gradually messed up their minds and gave them a massive headache. “Yes, this is what I expect it to be. Suffocating. Painful death. Hah~ I love it. Too damn much. Fu fu fu. Suffer, suffer. Especially when sensitive bastards l

She almost got choked in the middle; her throat dried with heavy dealt. "Yes, It's all fake, darling." He says sternly," For the thing mate bond, Yes, I accept, I attracted to you, but the bond is a little thing for me when it's come to Power. And one more thing, I should agree, you are a great bed partner." Her bloodshot eyes squinted in death; her palm gripped, ready to gouge her nails into her own flesh. "You know...." "I often considered abandoning my plan to kill you and staying with you happily."

There were whispers that seeing this color could even make him short of breath. While it was only a rumor, it did affirm that he indeed disliked pink. Seeing her opportunity, Yaslyn stoked the flames further. "Pink is inherently hard to elevate to a sophisticated look, especially the shade I despise the most—the shade of pink found on lotus roots. It's preposterous." As soon as she said this, the man beside her approached her. "Miss, do you also find this pink attire distasteful?" As expected, he fell for it.

I pushed open the chairman’s office door and was nearly blinded by what I saw: a pink crystal chandelier, pink leather couches, and even a Hello Kitty case on the office computer. Grandpa was happily sipping a pink strawberry milkshake. “The new female secretary picked the decor. Not bad, right?” Seeing me rub my temples, he added matter-of-factly, “Pink is our company’s lucky color. Since we changed the decor, profits have risen by thirty-seven percent.” In the parking garage, I could not help but chuckle when I saw Grandpa’s pink Rimac Nevera flanked by seven or eight other cars in various shades of pink. Pink really was a great color.

The little girl nodded hesitantly and removed her backpack to check inside. Rowena and Ms. Pepper entered the classroom and made their way to the other side by her desk. Ms. Pepper grabbed something then turned to hand her a familiar orange pill bottle. Rowena opened it to find that the contents had been untouched. She looked back up at the teacher who had a solemn look on her face. "I'm sorry, Mrs—Ms. Von Dame," She bowed her head. "I tried but she just wouldn't take it today either. She said she doesn't want to take it at all."

He sarcastically stated as he stares at the house with pink gates, pink painted walls of the house, he recalled that her hair was highlighted with pink dye and her nails were manicured with pink and everything pink. "You say. She's in love with color pink and almost want to marry with it but she never liked Hello kitty." Dolora laughed, sharing that funny fact about her friend. "I think I'm gonna need to act like I'm interested about her." He blew an air that gives Dolora a sign that he's bored with the subject, well he obviously shows it to her.

The one that could confirm my suspicion. Whether Pink and Adrian were connected by more than just circumstance. Their eyes. I’d noticed before but dismissed it. The same gray-green shade, catching the light the same way. And Pink’s laugh. When she really laughed, her face lit up the same way Adrian’s did. Coincidence? Or something more? Pink was adopted. I’d gotten her through a private agency as a newborn. The agency said her young mother couldn’t care for her and wanted a better life for her baby. Brittany had convinced me to get her.

We were tucked away in a corner where the only other patrons were high-end art dealers who were too busy with their commissions to notice the woman with the bloodshot eyes and the shaking hands. I looked down at the screen. It was a social media profile of a woman—vibrant, bold, and undeniably younger. Her feed was a curated mess of neon lights, expensive cocktails, and a face that was the definition of modern beauty. And there, in every second photo, were her lips. Painted in that exact, sickeningly sweet shade: Soft Nude Pink.

I reply, sharp as a blade. Pablo coughs. Dante stiffens. I reach up and run my fingers over his collar, right where the lipstick stains the fabric. “Pink,” I murmur. “Not really my color. I prefer deep reds. But it suits your skin tone nicely.” Then I smile sweetly. And walk away, leaving them both behind.

Don’t even think about it, after all I need you to be awake to witness what I’ll be doing to you after all> I shook his consciousness awake using my mental powers and then I prepared for his final blow One of my attributes is called “Corrosion”; it’s a very rare attribute that only a handful of creatures have access to, this affinity is a very dangerous and lethal one, after all it’s the affinity of Death! I used it only once and I witnessed its power… it was something that you would easily get addicted to! Only by touching a flower… it withered and crumbled without leaving a trace as it was stripped from all its life force…