Pink Rockstar Mga Nobela at Kwento

A large gash sliced across his upper arm, blood still oozed from the wound like it was fresh. "Oh, mercy," I mumbled. The bloody mess of his face was tranquil beneath the grotesque scene. I wanted to reach down and magically heal every cut that caused all of that blood. I went to reach down when his eyes popped opened, and two grey stones stared up at me. I screamed, dropping down to my knees. "Can you hear me?" His thick lips opened, and a low groan slipped from his mouth. "Yes." "I—I don't have my phone." His eyes screwed shut, and he slumped back against the muddy ground.

It was so peaceful, I heard a loud soaring sound and then I felt the impact of the rock against my skull. "I heard it, I heard it this time," I announced, massaging my head again. "Good, keep to that and I may not have to crack your head open with these rocks." I tried it again. I heard the soaring sound and ducked my head lower to the side. The Rock passed without slamming my head as I laughed in jubilation. "It's good to see that you can actually learn something," Jereum sneered, diluting my euphoria with his bad energy.

My grandfather had always been fond of anything soft and pink. His house was covered in pink wallpaper, and he slept in a four-poster bed draped with a sheer canopy. Even the curtains glimmered in a sparkling pink hue. As for the Rimac Nevera he recently purchased, he treated it as a prized treasure. The moment he acquired it, he immediately had it repainted in blush pink. This was meant to be the first time he showed it off, but before he even had the chance, someone deliberately cut us off. “That jerk! Let’s see who he is!”