Pink Marriage Novels & Stories

he admitted and Mj smiled to herself as an even warmer feeling invaded her face. Dante turned sideways to look at her, “I never liked the color pink until now” he stated and Mj clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth “shut up I am not blushing” she said and he laughed, leaning down into her ear “I was talking about the flowers” he mumbled as he pointed his chin toward a set of bushes that were adorned with small pink flowers.

Being a photographer and a fashion brand owner must be really tough. "Yep. Red symbolize love and romance. Pink symbolize joy, grace, gratitude and admiration. Yellow symbolize friendship. Orange is for enthusiasm and passion. And white for innocence and purity." I looked at him, "Why did you ask, Cakeu?" He raised his hand, so I stopped. He stood up. I watched him go to the roses. He took the scissors beside it and started cutting some roses and removing their thorns. "What about the numbers?" Numbers? What numbers?

He had told Kai that it was pink-whatever that color was. “A lot of people call pink the color of love “. Jax has told him. “But I don’t think that’s true. Love’s whatever color you want it to be-personally, I think it’s all of them. Especially since we don’t see any colors unless we’ve found our soulmates”. Kai watched as the sentence brought a smile to Jax’s face and he couldn’t help but smile too. Even though he hasn’t found his other half yet, he was immensely happy that his best friend, Jax, did.

Mari held up a pink peony and a white one. “Which do you like better?” “What is this for again?” I said. Mari sighed. “For my bouquet. Pink or white? My dress is white so I thought pink, but I kind of like the idea of having all the flowers be white, too.”

she says, commenting on my odd eye colour. Smiling, I continue, “And each Alpha has a pack colour—Rune with crimson, Cassian with emerald green, and Malachi with royal blue. I was thinking we could incorporate these colours along with different shades of purple flowers. What do you think?” Amina’s face lit up, her eyes showing a flash of creative genius. “That’s a brilliant idea! We could use lavender and lilac for their calming and healing properties, to soothe any wedding jitters.”

“That's very simple, his favourite color is pink and he said he liked the color of pink because my pussy’s color is pink” Everyone started whispering amongst themselves. “She is daring” “To me she is shameless. How can she say something so private out loud like that?”. “According to what your spouse answered here you are 100% right”. No one clapped for Miriam instead they continued to whisper amongst themselves. “Miss Cherry, you are next, please answer the ongoing question”. “His favourite color is red because my name is Cherry and Cherry has a red color”. She answered without hesitating. “You are 100% right Miss Cherry”.

In all their time together, he had never cared enough to ask. Throughout their marriage, he had never taken the time to notice the small details about her-what she liked, what she disliked, what made her happy. Lilian had spent those years trying to make him happy, yet he had never reciprocated the effort. To him, she had been nothing more than a temporary replacement. “Well…” Marcus cleared his throat, stalling for time. “Pink,” he said finally, his tone hesitant. He’d chosen the answer almost at random, assuming it was a safe guess. Pink seemed like a color many women liked, so surely Lilian would be no different.

I freed my clenched fist and gestured to the big balcony next door. He nodded and followed me into the balcony from where we looked into the secret garden with glass casings that provided it an ecosystem of its own. It was known to us as the pink garden, and we do just one thing in the pink garden, proposing to the woman we love. My father did the same when he engaged my mom, and many of my relatives and neighbors did the same in the pink garden. We call it pink garden because the flowers are pink, and it’s quiet to the core, and the flowers can move sometimes like someone was emerging through it.

“The white means purity and innocence and to me, you are so pure and innocent I couldn’t say no. There’s just something about you that I can’t describe that makes me think that.” “That’s really sweet of you to think that about me Chase. So, what about the other colors?” “If I tell you them all in one can you promise me that you won’t interrupt until I have finished?” “I promise I won’t say another word until you have said that you have finished.” “Thank you, so as I was saying the pink means appreciation and admiration, the purple means charm and passion, and the yellow means gratitude.” He takes a breath running his fingers through his hair. I don’t know why that looks sexy on him, or if it

The agonizing trauma of his past evaporated under the weight of thousands of men bowing to him without a shred of judgment. His magic reacted violently to the sudden influx of joy. The Pink High took over. Jack’s pale, chameleon-like skin flushed, glitching beautifully until he glowed with a vibrant, ethereal pink luminescence. The air around him shimmered, and a sudden, soft flurry of physical Pink Blossoms materialized from his mana, cascading down around his boots and dusting the sterile chrome floor with sudden, breathtaking color. He stepped out from behind Marcus. He didn't want to hide anymore. He had never felt so seen, so utterly validated.