Pink Fictional Characters Novels & Stories

Eden was angry that her expensive top was stained because of Damien, but she couldn't get herself snapping at him again because firstly, her job was concerned here and secondly, she felt inferior in his presence. Though it was so unlikely of her to compare herself with others still, it bothered her this time. She was looking so plain, so ordinary as compared to his sophisticated outer personality. A barbie looking girl stood beside Damien, locking arms, she spoke up seductively, "Baby, let's go."

’ Maria had a justified reason for why she believed that this girl was not the female lead. The novel described the female lead as a girl with pink hair and gold eyes. A girl with simple and cute features, the author mascot anime for the female lead, was a sheep. Cute and harmless creatures. Now taking this description into account, none of it fit the girl whose aura alone nearly blinded Maria.

9 percent similar to her childhood friend lying weakly on her disgusting (again) pink size bed (Sorry for the pink lovers). She really hate pink, it blinded her eyes every time at every turn of her head to walk with the male lead, to introduce the things that had been pointed to the male lead, to explain some things that included a bit of her information into this novel world and many more she doesn't remember because of all the things she limit through now entered in her small brain, it reach through her brain capacity she could not think straight anymore and be even more devoted to the job that had entrusted to her.

And in spite of the fact that the boys were not ready for true love because they didn’t even know the meaning of it, they wanted to have a girlfriend to show her off to their friends. Out of every other girl who was too smart and cunning to fall for their plan and then take their cases on a bigger scale either by getting the teacher involved or by spreading demeaning rumors about them, Marie was the most innocent amongst them all. All the boys at least had a little idea of such a decent girl she was who would never do them wrong.

" The little girl arrogantly raised her round face, her red nose, and her four big teeth were exposed, which was quite funny. Morgan frowned, "Fairy? Magic?" "Yes!" Puffy bared her big teeth and nodded vigorously, "I know magic power, I'm very powerful!" "What kind of magic power is that...?" Morgan folded his hands on his chest, looking very curious. "Huh?" Do you want to know? Shall I show you one? said little Puffy. "Little monster, are you going to perform for me now? Right here in this room?" Morgan asked. The little guy frowned in dissatisfaction, "Don't I have a name? Call me Little Puffy!"

Though it didn't suit his ruthless personality, the name stuck. Pink was a gamma Viktor saved when I was a teen, and we had been friends since the time we met. As a Beta — unfortunately, that was what my second gender is — I was closer to him than the others because they were all alphas, and thought the world should revolve around them. Like that bastard Alexander!

Zephyra I had been watching Cindy, something about her felt foreboding; she kept looking around the room and texting on her phone and quickly hiding it if someone walked by her. I took in her features, she was a skinny brunette with a square jaw, high cheek bones and black eyes. She looked so familiar, her name even felt familiar; Cindy’s personality reminded me of a woman named Ciana from the Night crawler pack, she despised me, and Cindy did not like me, no matter how nice I was to her, but tonight something felt really off, like my gut was warning me about something; I just did not know what.

If Edea could be described with the colors black and white, then this woman could be described with only one word, one color–Pink. Pink hat, pink skirt, pink shirt, pink heel, pink gauntlet, pink hair, pink eyes. Pink, pink pink, so pink that it hurts the eyes simply by looking at her. Her eyes were very particular, since her pupils, rather than the normal rounded one, had the shape of a broken heart. This gave her a rather frightening look. "Freya, please, stop looking at my students like a predator. I am warning you, if anything happens to him, I will make you pay."

"He was my friend and the leader of our clan. Of course he loved me." "You know what I'm talking about." "No, I don't. Why don't you explain it?" "Franklin was gay." "There's no way you could know that." "I can access your memories through touch." Nicolas slowly removed his hand from the vampire's. "I loved Franklin but not in the way he needed." Nicolas took a deep breath, the truth dawning. "The cats kept me alive because they wanted my memories." Vorlyk didn't blink. "Yes."

It’s always the little things, the pencil lending, the listening to people as they pour their hearts out and the donating or giving money to the homeless. But hearing Penelope thank me as if I just saved her life was tenfold of that feeling. I could feel the lump growing and I shook the thoughts off. I tried to swallow the lump and shush her before I weep. I’m Pixie for Pete’s sake. I’m supposed to be this tough, street fighter chic who fears nothing. And here you are crying because someone is thanking you. Smooth Pixie, real smooth. I mentally glared at my conscience’s sassiness.