Pink Fictional Characters Novels & Stories

Dragon I was surprised because the two girls looked identical except for one with pink streaks and the other with blue streaks and a very serious guy would be there, if it were not for drugs or weapons they must be prostitutes. I turned around on the stool to better observe the dogs, and maybe pay for a trio of work, the one with the pink hair seems to be trying to convince the other of something. Their light skin contrasts with their black hair and at the same time makes them look like fucking Snow White.

I hope everyone enjoyed the introduction to the character Pixie. This child has a special place in my heart as she is based off my best friend's deceased fur-baby. As I got to watch that precious puppers grow from a tiny puppy to an old lady, I wanted to immortalize her somehow and I thought what better way than to dedicate a character in one of my stories to her. I just hope that our little Pixie manages to do her justice so that all that read about her can understand just how great of a creature she was.

Al Akira (The Pink pack): Third person pov: The Pink palace was made up of gold with all the gold furniture, gadgets, and clothing but even the gold had a pink hue in it. People who looked like normal humans had pink shaded skin. The pink faced slaves were carrying huge food trays to the dining area. The smoke coming out of piping hot food was pink. After placing those trays, a handsome man with a broad muscular build arrived in the room wearing only knee length shorts. His body was undoubtedly beautiful. His skin had a pinkish golden glow, the face had perfect features with glowing pink irises.

Both of their explanations seemed probable. She had to find another way. Then it struck her she would mind-link with them. She was glad that she hadn’t got the mind-linking implants removed, neither Ron had. *My favorite flower.* *Duckweed* The reply came from both of them. It was as if a portal had opened between their minds. *Favorite color* *Blue* The answer came from both of them again. *Favorite fruit.* *Chocoberries* *Most important person in my life.*

He grins at me, and I tilt my head—I never noticed his pointy ears before. I laugh, amused by Finn's twitching ears. "What kind of creature are you?" Finn picks me up into his arms. "Before I was locked inside that crystal ball, I used to be a fairy." My voice is drowsy. "Like Tinker Bell from Peter Pan?" "Who is Tinker Bell and Peter Pan?" I like his confusion; it makes me smile wider. "I'm going to call you Tink." "Sleep well, Patricia," Finn says, stifling a laugh. "Using the wind element for the first time must have been exhausting, but you did well. I'm very proud of you, and I hope we can become friends."

Fake Barbie looked at me and said, “Now be a nice puppy and move your paws away from my mate.” Before I could respond, my very best friend, Charity, tore into Fake Barbie and said, “Who are you calling a puppy, you fucking mutt?” “The little girl with her hands on my betrothed of course,” Fake Barbie said. “Listen Plastic Patty, you need to walk away before I toss the candle at you and we all find out how much of you melts. You might get lucky and one of your plastic titties will pop and put your ugly ass out or if you paid for the expensive shit, you’ll just burn like the dumpster on fire you are, with all that product in your hair,” Charity replied.

Pink is every girl's favourite colour. "Ahh... okay! It’s not a problem," I assured her. "Did anything happen to you?" she asked worriedly. "No, I'm fine." I lied. The pain in my hand is unbearable but I didn't tell her. If I tell her she would feel pity. And I don't want any pity from anyone. I had enough of pity! "My name is Quinn," she chattered. "hmm... Sheila?" I almost questioned. "Nice name." She has a perfect tooth also. Her smile is pretty.

Then Fiona's voice chimed in, dripping with amusement. "Oh, I know her type so well. Loves pink, has to buy everything in pink, dainty and delicate, can't do anything without leaning on someone. No matter what Sally does to her, as long as he throws her the tiniest scrap of kindness, she'll keep coming back. "I mean, look. Even with Sally and me being this close, she's still right there, hovering, waiting for her chance. If you ask me… You could slap her in front of everyone, and all you'd have to do is say sorry afterward. She'd get over it."

Whatever Nikolai got from him, it shouldn't be the information I was searching for, my sexuality. “Who paid you to kidnap me?” “I don't know. I told you all , I don't know.” He cried. “Who sold my information?” He was reluctant to talk. I leaned towards him and held his head up. “Who sold my information in clubpink?” “Oh…It's pinky. She knows everyone who comes to clubpink.” “Pinky?” “Yes, she always wears pink and makes pink nails.” “Is she the owner?” “Some say she is, but some say she isn't.”

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.