Novel & Cerita Pink Knights

‘‘Huh? Why can't I be here?’’ That certain someone suddenly responded. Looking at her face, one could see the delight in her expression. And Ezekiel could easily see that even by just taking a glance at her. Pink hair... Pink eyes... Pinkish soft skin... Who else could she be other than Alexa Mondragon, the Pink Luna, and also his Luna?

RED INK EP 9: Introductions "Wooooow!" Lorin whispered as they strolled into the interior of the party. The theme setting was a pale red and gold, mixed with some silver and glitters. The tables were all set in a fancy glimmer and the wine glasses were arranged so fancifully. She looked up at Dillion, he wasn't amused by the setting, his mind seemed to be somewhere else. From a table by her left hand side, she saw Larry Donas—he was making small talks with a beautiful blonde lady who sat beside him. There were about five people at his table; the table was large.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

she declared. Tiana did not even take a long while to think about a name. unlike Yalck who was all dark brown, this griffin has other colors mixed in her body is dark brown but her neck has hint of white and a distant red color… Tiana thought to herself. since she could not name Yalck as it was already named, she will give his other eight griffins beautiful and unique name according to their gender.

I didn't catch the eye of most because I was known to be wolfless and the fact that wasn't the case actually made me giggle a little thinking about it. Walking into the diner I was a bit suprised to see not only Duke and Flint sitting about midway through the diner but the brothers from the other pack sitting with them. I chuckled thinking it was probaly them leaving the note as a stupid prank or warning. I walked in fully planning just to step into the office and talk to Mama Rose. "What you doing here rouge? begging for scraps." Flint hollered at me. I rolled my eyes, it was so obvious when he used rouge as a term not my name and I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. I locked eyes

“Nah, we don’t want it to be a secret admirer thing. She needs to know they’re from him.” Nodding in agreement, Isobel ticked off another finger. “Dark pink is for appreciation and gratitude. Light pink is admiration, sympathy, grace, joy, and sweetness. Orange is fascination, desire, or enthusiasm. Peach is appreciation, closing the deal, or getting together.” “Seriously,” I murmured, staring at her in awe. “How do you know all this?” Isobel just kept going. “Coral is for desire. Lavender is love at first sight. Yellow with red tips are friendship and falling in love. A mix of red and white roses means—”

so perfect. I came out of my thought and remembered what she has done. Huhh baby you are going to pay for it. Your innocent face can't save you. I just put my offer in front of her with full on confidence. She was shocked. She is now so close to me. I just stare at her lips... wow some natural pink plum lips she has. I just want to taste them once. Her fragrance is like honey and flowers. Does she naturally smell like this?

-I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan]. You aren't bad unless you have your own sigil/symbol/mark. -how about a pink panther better yet a tigress? You aren't bad unless you've met all the requirements on the bad list. -I'm the reason they made this list. You aren't bad until you've proven you are bad. - Not to toot my own horn or whatever...but I make the 'faceless men' run for cover. You aren't bad until everyone acknowledges the fact that you are indeed bad. - It's hard to deny.

“Baby Pink, show the club she isn’t touchable.” “Yes, Vincento,” Ginger purred. “Baby Pink for a baby doll. It’s a shame, I like playing with dolls.”

I pulled harder, but it refused to move. Instead, Sabrina’s body jerked weakly beneath me. I released her instantly. “Fuck,” I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair. Then suddenly, the room grew still. The priestess’s eyes snapped open, glowing completely white as she stared ahead at nothing. “Does the purple rose still grow in Blackthorn pack?” she asked. Hope rose inside me so quickly it hurt. “Yes,” I answered immediately. “It blooms once every ten years.” “Bring it to me.”