Pink Corruption Novels & Stories

“Nah, we don’t want it to be a secret admirer thing. She needs to know they’re from him.” Nodding in agreement, Isobel ticked off another finger. “Dark pink is for appreciation and gratitude. Light pink is admiration, sympathy, grace, joy, and sweetness. Orange is fascination, desire, or enthusiasm. Peach is appreciation, closing the deal, or getting together.” “Seriously,” I murmured, staring at her in awe. “How do you know all this?” Isobel just kept going. “Coral is for desire. Lavender is love at first sight. Yellow with red tips are friendship and falling in love. A mix of red and white roses means—”

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…

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

My breath caught in my chest as I looked at the crystal. When Orion and I had been here before, it had just been a black crystal with the smoke I had seen when I had the premonition in Sarah’s home. Now it looked almost demonic. A deep red, the color of freshly spilled blood, was seeping from the inside of the crystal. “No, no, it didn’t.” I barely managed to get out. “It’s been tainted.” Pru slowly circled the crystal. “How is that possible?” I watched as the smoke inside the crystal swirled around so lazily it was like a slug or something.

“That’s like saying pink isn’t its own color.” “Well...” she trails, and the boy gasps. “Pink is its own independent color!” He defends. “How dare you imply otherwise!” “What?” she shrugs, insisting that she hadn’t done nothing wrong. “Pink is just a variant of red. A lighter version.” The boy gapes, feigning deep offense as he shakes his head, those dramatics of his coming to the surface. “Wow!” He complains. “You know what? I’m done with this conversation. Clearly you’re blind and have bad taste. I can’t be seen associating with someone like you.”

"You enjoy that color?" "Nothing's wrong with pink. It's the color of nipples and pussy—both my favorite things." He glared at me from behind the rim of his champagne, savoring a slow drink as his lips stretched wide into a mocking smirk. "Am I reading prejudice here? What's wrong with a guy adoring pink?" "Nothing whatsoever. You just radiate purple energy." "Why do I—" he started. Then he tossed his head and laughed. "You know what? No way is he going to ask us about our favorite colors or sex acts. He probably figures fucking around with his anus is like signing the lease on a new apartment in hell with your cock."

, he questioned. "I am The Pink Devil. Before you ask, which I know you always do, let me explain who I am to you. I am the glamorous dark queen from hell that punishes worthless men. I named myself The Pink Devil because one of the negative stereotypes for women is that they love the color pink. People consider the color pink as sweet, weak, gay, and useless. I hate how people use the color pink to dehumanize women as weak and useless beings. So I became The Pink Devil to show that women can be mean and have dominance. Plus The Devil could break all the rules and live how it pleases. Also I did not dress up sexy to please you, I did it to make myself look and feel good.", she explained. "Wh

RED INK EP 16: A road to Convergence ~~Lorin's Point Of View~~ She perceived an aroma in the air, it smelt like pepper soup. She squeezed her eyes, squinting at her environment, the first thing she notice was the nude coloured couch she was lying face down on, then the cream drapes hanging on the walls...this was her home. She sat up, her face smudged with makeup that was unwashed. Her hand moved around her body touching the furry textured material on her body...she was changed. Aurora.