Pink Knights Novels & Stories

"Have you ever taken such things?" She looked eager. "I have enjoyed party drugs a few times, but never the fabled Pink. It has quite a reputation for making things better, both gentle and significant. But it is impossible to find for love or money, I heard you have to be a friend of the supplier?" Sam pointed out the marks on the pill, a zero on one side and an off-center lightning bolt on the other. The pink color was also unique, and she pointed out there was a thin white layer in the center in the pill. "These are the marks of the real thing. A few people tried to make imitations but the color is impossible to match. They wound up out in the desert."

“Yellow suits you, Kirsten. You look absolutely stunning.” Kirsten rolled her eyes with a laugh. “I used to hate yellow, can you believe that? Couldn’t stand it. Then I got pregnant and suddenly it’s like I turned into a walking highlighter. Now I’m obsessed with bright colors to the point that my whole closet looks like a pack of Skittles exploded in there. Hot pink, fire-engine red, sunshine yellow—you name it. I practically need sunglasses just to get dressed in the morning. Anyway!” She grinned, waving a hand. “How are you? Nelly told me you’re going to miss Tau’s concert. What happened?”

Just before crossing the threshold, she glanced up at the pines—tall and still, their needles silver-white beneath the frost. “Hey,” she whispered, tugging lightly on Dalton’s sleeve. “Is the pack called Silverpine because of their hair color… or because it’s almost winter all year round?” Dalton turned to her with a soft smile, about to answer, but before he could— “It is both,” came a voice behind her. Daniella startled, spinning slightly.

"Please don't tell me those ungodly things are the flowers?" "Xavien, you need something to break the white." "Break the white with something else," I growl at her. "That is pink." She only but frowns at me and grunts, "They are a soft baby pink." "I don't care how soft they are; they are still pink." "Xavien," she slightly raises her voice. "Please get out my face and go find something else to do." I only but look at Mekayla and shake my head, "We have created a monster. Your sister has gone stark crazy."

" The most exciting part for me is the food table. There are cupcakes with pink and purple butterflies on them and popcorn in bags tied with pink ribbons. There is an inscription that reads "ready to pop', and a very big pink and purple cake surrounded by pink and purple butterflies. There are other types of food on the table, and the dining area is also decorated with pink and purple. Brittney loves the colours pink and purple and loves butterflies, hence the colour combinations. I can’t wait to see her face when she sees it.

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."

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.

I pointed out, pushing the tablet gently back to him. “Is that so?” He said, meeting my eyes. I was fuming with anger, but I tried to calm myself. I will not cry in front of him, especially when Blake is not doing anything except banging the table. “You are only seeing pink in the design, but you seemed to forget there are fifty shades of pink.” I stood up. “Pink lace, piggy pink, baby pink, cherry blossom pink... Do I need to continue?” I asked. He scoffed. “And your point?”

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."