Pink Promises Novels & Stories

RED INK EP 12: Momentum • • *Alexis Point Of View* • She walked stealthily through the passage of the HQ that led to her unit. She was taking her time to conduct herself so she could deliver the news she had just heard from James. As she reached the door of her unit, she watched her team, all focused on their works and jurisdiction. She sighed, breathed in...then out. She then plastered a smile on her face and walked in. "Guess what guys?!" She faked excitement....too much excitement as she came into the unit, both hands on her hips, now chewing a gum. Everyone's gaze fell on her. Confused as to what the excitement was about, they looked at themselves.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

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.

“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

They got in line, with Divine leading the way, and Anakin couldn't help but notice the way his mate's shoulders tensed up as they inched closer to the front of the line. Divine felt like he was on display, with all the curious gazes of the students around him making him feel like an insect under a microscope. He forgot to pick up his tray until it was finally his turn, and when he did, he looked left and right, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke to the lady in charge of the food. "Um, Ma'am, I'm sorry, but can you please give me the food on credit? I promised to pay it back tomorrow," Divine said softly, his eyes cast downward in embarrassment.

Leaning against the wall, I pull up my phone and smirk when I see the notifications from my bank. Someone had used my card at the Rona close to my house, and I can't help but chuckle. It seems my Princess went out to go shopping instead of ordering everything online like she said she would. Hell, I had a feeling she was going to head out when she asked if I had a truck she could borrow, I just never thought it would be to the nearest home improvement store.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

“But I don’t want it to be rushed either.” “I don’t want to rush,” he said immediately. “I just want… us to mean what it means.” The simplicity of that nearly undid me. “Then let’s promise something small,” I said, surprising myself. “Not forever. Not big words. Just this.” He tilted his head. “This?” “Showing up,” I said. “Choosing honesty. Even when it’s uncomfortable.” He considered it, then nodded. “I can promise that.” “So can I.” It wasn’t dramatic. There were no declarations, no sweeping gestures. Just two people standing under a streetlight, agreeing to take each other seriously.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."