Pink Marriage Novels & Stories

“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—”

Her face was very flat, with not even a trace of happiness on her face. "Princess... Sorry... Can you smile for a second? I have to apply this rouge," said a maid in charge of makeup. Pine smiled, only for a moment. After this rouge was finished, she returned to her expressionless face. The servants who saw it must have whispered. They knew that this marriage was very risky. The situation has not recovered properly and Kevin even married. Moreover, there is no happiness that radiates from the two. They just bring great anxiety. Pine himself was deep in thought. Replaying every word Kevin said two days ago, thinking about it over and over. Words that made her head hurt even more.

As soon as Maria sighted the bouquet of pink carnation, she rushed towards it and held it to her nose, basking in the fragrance and admiring how beautiful it was. "You want this one?" Adrian asked and inhaled the fragrance. "Yes I do. The pink carnation represents a lot of things, particularly love and happiness, she'd really like it." She lectured and he nodded. He felt really strange shopping with Maria. He didn't understand what it was all about, but deep down he enjoyed being with her. She did everything effortlessly and was so concerned about his mother's preference. "Let's pay for this and get the other things. It's getting late already, aren't you hungry?" He asked and Maria shook her

Red. That was all she saw. Red. Red flowers. Red banners. Red wine. Red petals on the floor. And then will you marry me written in red. It seemed unbelievable but Mike was asking her to marry him… again. She turned back to see him on his kneel, his smile vibrant, and a diamond ring opened before her. “Amelia Phoenix Afonso, will you do me the pleasure of being my lovely lawfully wedded wife?” She nodded her head again. It was too much for her to actually form a coherent speech.

I can no longer hide the disgust in my eyes, no longer act like I’m fine, because I’ve started believing in a world of love and loyalty and Phoenix. My eyes fell on the dress, “Pink? It is not my color…” I tried to push him away, but he gripped onto me firmly. “Pink is the color of angels, and you my dear, you are an angel, my angel.” He smirked and sniffed my scent, exhaling every ounce of sanity. “Fine… now let me go.” Debating with him will only make him stay, it’s not like I have any other option.

This marriage was supposed to be hers—the girl turned her face a little, just enough to hear the newest gossip. She noticed two ladies, one wearing the most beautiful pink and the other a radiant yellow. — Ms. Carmesim must be as ashamed, a family as devoted as hers— the lady in yellow shoved an almost whole cookie into her mouth, putting the fan in front soon after. — Obviously it is! But it wasn't something that wasn't being expected, where the labor water bloomed a poisonous flower — the lady in pink took a sip of the drink and looked around before approaching the lady in yellow.

ROSALINA'S POV Pink, red, and purple lights intertwined above us, casting a sensual spell as we continued our passionate dance. Each color seemed to symbolize a different facet of our connection: pink for desire, red for fiery intensity, and purple for the electric chemistry that bound us together.

wanted to tell my friends to pick the pink card but that would be cheating and I didn't want to do that. The party got into full swing and it was time for Min and I to open up the pinata. we held the stick together and hit the pinata hard. It was a pink and blue pinata that matched the theme of the whole party. After the first hit, pink threats flew everywhere and the girls except Rachel groaned at their loss. Rachel was team pink and she had won. "I told you, ladies, she's going to have a baby girl but your sorry asses wouldn't believe me and now you have to buy me food.

“Yes I do. How could I ever forget the most important event of my life?” “Good. Now, pick between these two for the decor. I want an outside wedding and I don't know the flowers that would work best.” “Pink?” He looked surprised, at least he was finally getting the memo. “Yes, I want a pink wedding.” I told him truthfully, leaving no room for negotiation but he still thought he could fight me. “But what about what I want?” “You want a pink wedding.” I stood my ground, trying to cajole him. “No I don't.”

Closing the space with my beloved, I intwined my hand in his, but there were no sparks, no electricities, or chills. "We will begin with the handfasting ritual." Grey, the lead council elder, mumbled as he picked up two colors of ribbons from the mating tray. "The blue ribbon signifies harmony and patience. While the green ribbon signifies fertility and abundance of health. May your marriage be filled with these two magical colors and always blossom." He declared, his voice echoing through the hall of people as he intwined my hands to Asher with the two magical ribbons. I felt my heart skip a beat. I was finally getting married to Asher, and everything still seemed surreal.