Pink Promises Novels & Stories

Pink is a little extreme, even for her. "I wanted to tell you all last week but I couldn't do it until all the paper work was sorted." She pauses dramatically and leans forward. "I got approached by... wait for it... NASTY GAL!" She shrieks the last bit out so loud that people at the tables around us turn their heads our way.

A decent living room with refreshing neutral color palettes and subtle lighting. She continued to scan the area and saw the pale back of a man spreading his arms as he leaned against the hot tub and enjoyed the foaming bath. Then all of a sudden a woman emerged from the water. She smiled gingerly, finger combing her hair to the back. Stunning in her black halter top bikini. Exposing her voluptuous figure. Her eyes didn’t peel away from her the moment she rose from the water until she picked a light pink bathrobe from the rack.

she dramatically said before giggling. “You pay this time,” he looked at her with a slight smirk on his face. “You’re the first one between the two of us to get promoted.” “Do I get paid on the spot once I get promoted??” she frowned before pulling down the mirror in the car so she could see herself. “Do I still look okay?” “You look beautiful,” Lucas cupped her cheek before pinching her chin, turning his attention back on the road. “There is not a day that you’re not beautiful.”

The walls, the bed sheet, desk, chair, curtains, window frames, vanity, everything. I wondered how I survived decorating this room last night with Allie, who, of course, hadn't grown out of her teenage and made sure to stop every ten minutes to express how she wished she had a pink room as well. The girl was equally as obsessed with pink as Eva, if not more. Finding out that Eva had the same taste in colors, Allie was more motivated to bring out all the pinks of the world and dump it to her room. Jake had smartly excused himself from this room to go check on the photos that needed to be framed, leaving me in the mercy of an over-energetic Allie and Mr. Pink.

“Here, wrap your pinky around mine. “Maddie instructs. “That’s it. And now we shake.“ “What is this for exactly?“ “The idea is that if you break the promise, you break your pinky.“ Maddie informs me. “Hence, pinky promise.” It breaks? I look up at her at the violent idea. It’s surprising to hear. “Does it? “ I’m not even questioning how it does- maybe magic? “I’ve never broken a promise, and my pinky’s still okay. So probably. “Maddie smiles. “Here, “Maddie holds her finger with mine, and we shake. “Now it’s a promise. I will do all I can to get you away from that dreadful Mykhol. “

Her radiant smile illuminated her face, and Mystro felt his breath catch in his throat. Elaine was adorned in a breathtaking pink dress that cascaded down to her knees. The delicate fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty. The dress seemed to have been designed specifically for her, as if it was made to highlight her best features. It was a shade of pink that mirrored the blush on her cheeks, a color that mirrored the blossoming flowers of spring. Mystro's eyes widened, and he found himself momentarily speechless. He had seen her in various outfits before, each one accentuating her charm, but this pink dress held a magical allure. It transformed her

So, this must be the ex, the one they were whispering about. I lean closer. She’s even filthier than I imagined. Got a tight little body, on her. Tits that could make a saint weep. Arse like a dream. Covered in ink, of course. Bloody Americans and their obsession with tattoos. Trashy; but somehow, she makes it look hot. As I keep scrolling, the photos get nastier. Needier. She doesn’t even look like the same cold, polished cow she pretends to be in public. With him, she’s raw, wild even.

With this creepy little laugh, she went, "If the Don leaves now, you've clearly failed to hold him. Time for punishment." I tried to yank free. No luck. "Let me go!" She pulled out a silver pin, tied with red ribbon and rosemary. "This isn't punishment, Signora Leone," she rasped. "Just a little pain. He'll come back. The baby will follow." Before I could move, she jabbed the pin into my fingertip. Pain shot through my chest like lightning. Next thing I knew, I was being dragged down to the old cistern under the manor.

The one that could confirm my suspicion. Whether Pink and Adrian were connected by more than just circumstance. Their eyes. I’d noticed before but dismissed it. The same gray-green shade, catching the light the same way. And Pink’s laugh. When she really laughed, her face lit up the same way Adrian’s did. Coincidence? Or something more? Pink was adopted. I’d gotten her through a private agency as a newborn. The agency said her young mother couldn’t care for her and wanted a better life for her baby. Brittany had convinced me to get her.

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone