Pink Corruption Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The Baron's daughter was immediately kicked out of the house and she went to a bar to drink because she felt down, and there in a drunken state she accidentally spent the night with the Duke who was in disguise. "How could she get drunk and spend time with a man she doesn't even know?" grumbled Regina as she continued to read the connection. Regina's face turned red with embarrassment as she read the next page, there were many adult scenes that made Regina embarrassed to read the book herself. "Oh my! Why would Merry recommend a book like this? No wonder it's pink!" Regina squealed as she closed the book. Pink books are indeed synonymous with adult books; they deliberately give books such co

Holden said as his cheeks grew redder by the second. “Yeah, we heard,” I grumbled. “If you see him, tell him we’ll be down after I change.” “What’s wrong?” Ciara cooed. “Aren’t you man enough to wear salmon?” “It’s pink,” I growled and pinched the fabric. “Pink. As in girlie pink.” “As in princess pink,” Holden chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, and you might need this.” Holden reached into his back pocket and handed me my wallet.

“The corruption is getting worse...” Mom’s face paled instantly. “How bad?” Johanis answered this time. “It spread after separation.” Mom closed her eyes briefly like she was trying not to panic. When she opened them again, they shimmered with tears. “This alone,” she whispered carefully, “..will already be a long battle itself…” Fear curled coldly through me. I finally looked down at myself fully. Black veins curled faintly beneath my skin now. Corruption. Still inside me. Still alive.

He glared back, his face red, and it looked like he was about to pitch another fit. “It’s pink,” Hunter chuckled. “And that’s an excuse for throwing it on the floor?” I huffed, crossing my arms. “All because he doesn’t like the color?” And then Darius had the balls to call me a spoiled princess. Holy crap. “It’s a sensitive topic,” Hunter snickered, sipping his orange juice. “Pink, that is.” “Hunter, so help me…” Darius growled. “I am helping you.” Hunter glanced at me. “He hates pink because of you.”

The filthy words sent a fresh gush of wetness flooding around his fingers. Zinnia's cheeks burned with shame. “Cedric, we—” “Shut the fuck up with the innocent act,” he snarled, but his voice was thick with arousal. “You know what happens to bad girls, huh?” He pumped his fingers faster, curling them against that spongy spot that made her see stars. Zinnia shook her head helplessly. “They get punished, Zinnia. And you'll get punished,” he said. A soft, broken sound vibrated through Zinnia’s chest as Cedric's thick fingers stretched her cum-slick walls, the lewd squelching sounds echoing in the basement.

"Do you think we've chatted enough Pink? Let's go somewhere else." Pink hair hesitated a bit, she opened her mouth indecisively like she wanted to say something, then shut them again, finally, she nodded. Good. I was ready to walk away if she continued with the emotion crab. She was already panting my name down the hallway a few minutes later -- she seemed to be an incredible lover though and she was as much all over me as I was all over her, though she might have done that simply to get her perfume all over me. It worked.

He smiles back, his hand too occupied to wave. "You're so stubborn." His partner shouts at him, shaking his head but smiling. He laughs loudly and enters his car, horning at them with his car one last time before driving off, leaving his work of fourteen years behind because of something very much worth it. Corruption. Whenever there is corruption in something, it begins to eat it from the inside, until it begins to show on the outside and then, there is nothing left to show for it. He has refused to be eaten by the corruption from Hank Williams, who incidentally and unfortunately, is his own uncle.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."