Pink Promises Novels & Stories

“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

I tear off her dress and my excitement deepens to see her pinkish tits. I claimed it with my lips savagely. It stiffens as my tongue started to play it. "Ohhh, sir!" She cries out letting me do everything for her. My mouth keeps pulling and sucking her tits. I spread her legs with my hands while my lips go down her thighs. I raised her legs on the table, sealing her toes with my hands. I could smell her arousal and wetness inside her undies. I discharged my tongue from my mouth and gently rubs it between her cunt.

He asked as he sat right in front of me with his notebook. “I can call my stylists and you guys can talk about it.” “Yes, please and so by the way, I’ll just review the theme that Max and I came up with yesterday was white and peach. Because for him you are elegant and not fierce-” I leaned my head to the left waiting for him to add something. “No- sorry, I am not gonna add anything.” He replied looking back into his notebook and started scribbling. But I felt uncomfortable with him not being honest so I asked Vanique and our mom to give us privacy.

They quickly saw two free seats and went to sit there. ‘Am nervous so my lady’ Chloe said hiding her sweaty palms. ‘Me too’ ivory said, she looked around for her brother and she finally saw him she wanted to wave but when she saw a lady flirting with him her eyes widened. ‘Isn’t that lady Mari’ Chloe said ‘she’s with Sir Ivan’. Ivory chuckled in disbelief. Chloe shaked her head ‘I’m imaging the shock on her face when she knows you are Sir Ivan sister’. ‘Hello’ a girl with pink hair greeted as she settled beside them. Ivory wanted to greet the girl but upon seeing the girl’s face her expression turned grim.

But he was holding himself back. Sanskar's POV: Why the hell is this girl making me restless? Why can’t I just get her now? Why am I holding back? I get every girl I want. But with her why am I holding back? Why? Why are my thoughts lingering on that girl? I can’t stop thinking about her beautiful face, her pink lips, her innocent eyes. Damn! She is perfect! I have never met any girl with as much gentleness as she exudes. She is gentle and elegant. She is mine. She has to be mine!

I couldn't tell the grades of some materials apart, so I blended them together, and I couldn't get a good price for them. After spending two agonizing weeks sorting a load that cost me 8,000 dollars, it flipped for a measly 11,000 dollars. That was the first time I doubted myself, wondering if I had made a mistake. When I was at my lowest, Mr. Sinclair, who lived in the adjacent courtyard, dropped by to borrow some tools. He happened to be a retired master technician from a plastics factory. Noticing how down-to-earth and hardworking I was, he took me under his wing and taught me how to distinguish between different types of plastics and judge material grades.

A crooked pig's head had been painted across half of my cheek. Everyone in Silver Hollow knew that dye made from purple gromwell flowers lasted for days. Once it stained the skin, it would not fade for at least three days. Worse still, my wedding was the day after tomorrow. Rage ignited in my chest. I shot to my feet and slapped Abbie across the face. The sound rang sharply through the room. Abbie covered her cheek and froze. Logan rushed over and shoved me away. I stumbled backward and slammed into the corner of the table. Pain shot through my lower back.

Apollo Mode. Jack unleashed the most massive, concentrated wave of Seduction Magic the continent had ever seen. The Pink High exploded from his core like a detonating star. A blinding, neon-pink shockwave washed over the entire Grand Hub, illuminating the golden sky. Millions of physical Pink Blossoms erupted from the balcony, raining down over the city in a fragrant, divine blizzard. The heavy iron collars around the necks of the millions of workers flared with a synchronized pink light.

I mean, there was no way she would dare to kill the alphas of a big pack like ours, except if she had a death witch. Whatever she added to the drink was probably to make them so dizzy, or to make them divulge things they aren’t supposed to. The latter made more sense because I recalled a conversation I once had with her. She had told me that if she wanted someone to tell her something, she would add the “pink flower”, in their juice. The pink flower was a rare type of flower in the pack. It is usually used to make someone so drowsy, excited and relaxed that they would divulge whatever it was they had in the deepest part of their hearts.

“Does she really think we'll believe her?” Determined to make her point clear, Mask Princess slammed her fist on the table with a resounding thud, instantly silencing everyone. Her fiery gaze pierced each of the masked figures. “I know I am hard to trust, but I am the type of person who keeps her promises,” she declared. “Tell us why you want to join our group,” the leader ordered. Mask Princess grinned, “Simple. We have a common goal.” “Tell us what you want and what you'll exchange for it,” he demanded.