Pink Promises Novels & Stories

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.

pinky asked. "Come with me pinky"he pull her towards the hut. He took her inside the hut that were decorated with flowers,the little hut looks very beautiful. More beautiful,the hut was designed with Pinky's favorite color which is purple and white. "This is beautiful"pinky said, bending over the floor and took some flower into her hands and inhale it. "Wow!"she countinue. "Pinky!"Seth called "Yes" She replied facing him now with a flower in her hand.

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

she asked, looking very mischievous at the moment. I stopped and bent down to take a closer look at the license plate that read MsPrincez. Standing back up, I turned back to Panda and answered her with a cautious “Yea.” Her lips kicked up at the corners as she dug in her bag for a minute before pulling out a tube of cherry red lipstick. “What are you doing?” I asked hesitantly. I had seen that look in Pandora’s eyes on many occasions and it always meant that she was up to no good.

I budged but it didn't do anything. "You are not going there without a plan. We don't even know what she looks like." He said. He does have a point, going there without a plan is suicide. "You don't need to do this." The young boy said. "Kid, the princess of the clan is as important as an elder. The princess keeps the balance of each clan, you guys need her." Zale explained. Zale is smart, good-looking, a little bit innocent, and is kind. Thank goodness he is like this because I have no patience to explain these kinds of things. He is also explaining to the children that I am in a bad mood because of the story they told us. "Anyways, do you kids know what she looks like? Or what her name is?

“What do you still need princess?” “Et sanguis sanguinem locum ultimi definitoris tenet, quod solum potest conteram vinculum!” I repeated with a serious tone. When I fully captured his attention, I proceeded to remove my dress and the right part of my brassiere. I turned to my side pointing to a small unnoticeable tattoo. “Et sanguis sanguinem locum ultimi definitoris tenet, quod solum potest conteram vinculum!” I chanted for the last time and prayed for some miracle to happen.

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.

But before anyone could ask a gloating Portia what the meeting was all about, the door to the meeting room slammed open. And in stormed Daniel Winters. His eyes narrowed to slits as he made his way in, ignoring everyone who greeted him. Portia cocked her head and puckered her bright pink sausage lips. Of late, the lady was obsessed with the colour pink. She had on an extremely revealing pink bodycon dress that barely covered her augmented breasts, eye blinding pink nail extensions and a shocking pink Hermes Birkin handbag that house her little pup, who, no surprise had dyed pink ears.

Like Charli wearing pink or blue and not her usual black color. "She does look good in pink though. I love this picture because she doesn't look as though she'd about to attend a funeral or something gothic ," Amanda spoke in a saccharine voice. "Vibrant colors really seem to compliment her eyes and radiant skin. I wish she could see what I see." I silently fished out my phone from my back pocket and discreetly snapped a pic of the homescreen picture , my mission being to show Charli how ridiculous she looked in pink.Maybe even use it as blackmail if she ever messes with me again.

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.