Pink Corruption Novels & Stories

Crimson patted his head and smiled. Pagkasabi noon ay dinukot niya ang mata ni Eros. Isang sigaw ang kumawala sa binata. Nanginginig na ang katawan nito habang sinusubukan na umiwas. Ngunit nagtagumpay sa Crimson at tuluyan na tinanggal palabas ang mata nito. “Sorry, I made a mistake there. What I meant was painful. Painful death.” She laughed hard. “Take this as a gift from me. Ngayon literal na bulag ka na. HAHAHAHAHA!”

Cain took the glass from my hands and placed it down next to me on the countertop, seeking my full attention. "The part about where I said I'd killed every woman whom I've ever slept with," he said. "So you didn't kill them?" I asked. He took a deep breath, obviously trying to figure out how to explain himself. "I did," he admitted. My eyebrows furrowed. "Wait," I said, holding a hand up. "What exactly are you trying to clarify? It just seems like you're reiterating what you've already said." "Remember how I told you that Vampirism is a communicable disease? That it enters the body like a virus through an open wound?" He asked.

' I stared at Jack's clumsy explanation and replied simply, 'It's fine. Colin's birthday was two months ago. His sudden obsession with pink had started only a month back. Another excuse full of holes. Looking around at the pink couch cover beneath me, I finally sent a message to my assistant. 'Find out what Colin's been up to.' Once that was done, I took a slow look around the house at all the pink things scattered everywhere. From the smallest utensil to the largest piece of furniture—even the curtains—everything pink seemed to crawl across my skin, filling me with a wave of unease and disgust.

"W-What are you doing here? I've suffered enough already! What else do you want from me?" I picked up the phone and got to the point. "I burned your limited-edition hiking boots and discarded all your precious cosmetics. Oh, and another thing." I stared into her terrified eyes, enunciating my next words. "Jack told the court that you seduced him. Apparently, you did whatever it took to climb up, no matter the cost." Her face was drained of all color. I hung up with a quiet satisfaction and turned away. I knew that inside prison, the lives of these two would be equally entertaining, poisoned by suspicion and hatred toward each other.

"Names." "We're with the supply side," I said, my voice flat and bored. I channeled my best Jax Carter impression. "Direct contact. Not on the list." The man's eyes moved to Ren, who just stared back with a look of pure, cold hatred. Three seconds later, the bouncer held out his hand. "Phones." I handed mine over without a blink. Ren did the same. The door opened, and we stepped into the belly of the beast. Inside, the music hit my chest like a blow. Red and blue lights cut through a thick cloud of smoke. The air smelled like expensive alcohol and a strong, manufactured chemical scent.

“Pity I couldn’t face-fuck her we couldn’t ruin her makeup.” “Mmmnhggg… yesss Daddy… gluuuurgh… I wish I could watch you two fuck someday… gluuuuhhhk… or maybe we could both serve you together.” By now, a huge puddle of thick pussy cream had formed on the hardwood floor beneath her, mixed with her drooling saliva and snot. Her face was a complete mess ruined makeup, tears, spit, and strands of Marcus’s pubic hair stuck to her cheeks. “That’s how a young white whore like you should look… completely ruined by black cock,” Marcus growled.

She looks at me, shocked as I continue to speak, "I am not turning the babies' room into a freak show. Can you just imagine how awful pink and blue must look together? In fact, it is bad enough that anything should be pink." "Oh," she folds her arms in front of her chest, "But you don't mind those pink panties that I wear." "No, it is because I take them off; I need not have to look at them for long." "God, you are impossible." But yes, no matter how much I object, she still finds herself in the pink section. "Princess, I am going to burn all that pink shit. Chose yellow or green, but I ain't sitting in a room with pink. The poor child will be scarred for life."

Jimmy added a little note next to this, ”Make the king's eyes turn yellow. He wanted his happiness. Pink signifies romance and love. Jimmy smiled, he wished the king would someday find someone he could stare at with pink eyes. Black is associated with power, elegance, formality, death, evil, and mystery. “Surely not my favourite colour now.” he frowned after taking the last note. He was feeling tired so he took the book and headed to his room to hide it in the wardrobe. He promised he would read every single page of it until he knows everything about the Emius. He wanted to understand the King better.

Pale, iridescent pink, like cherry blossoms or rose quartz. We are beautiful, my wolf said proudly. Gasps rippled through the crowd. "A pink wolf," someone whispered. "The prophecy..." "She's the one..." I turned my head—too fast, still getting used to this new body—and caught my reflection in a decorative pool nearby. My wolf was massive, easily the size of an alpha male. My fur shimmered pink in the sunlight, and my eyes... my eyes were the same heterochromatic gold but somehow more vivid. I was beautiful.

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. “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.”