Pink Stories Novels & Stories

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

"I can't... I can't..." "Yes, you can!" Kieran's voice, fierce and certain. "You're a Nightshade. We don't break!" One final surge of agony— And then suddenly, blissfully, it was over. I stood on four legs, panting and disoriented. The world looked different. Smelled different. Everything was sharper, clearer, more intense. I glanced down at my paws and froze. They were pink. Pale, iridescent pink, like cherry blossoms or rose quartz.

-I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan]. You aren't bad unless you have your own sigil/symbol/mark. -how about a pink panther better yet a tigress? You aren't bad unless you've met all the requirements on the bad list. -I'm the reason they made this list. You aren't bad until you've proven you are bad. - Not to toot my own horn or whatever...but I make the 'faceless men' run for cover. You aren't bad until everyone acknowledges the fact that you are indeed bad. - It's hard to deny.

Pink wrapped her legs round prince Reagan's torso and purposely slid down a bit to meet his hardened member. Prince Reagan let out a soft groan at what she did. He walked her to the bed but Pink doesn't want him to stay on top. She pulled out of the kiss, her lips red and swallow from the kiss. "I want to stay on top today. I want to be the one in charge," she with a mischievous smirk on her face. Prince Reagan after being slightly confused for two seconds, awarded her with a smirk of his own. He fell back and relax on the bed. "Let's see what you got there sweetie." He grinned. T B C

She was in excruciating pain all throughout her body. She had no idea they were cheating on her behind her back. When she can't watch him go kissing, she turns her head with disgust and feels like killing those bastards together. She doesn't anymore want to die before killing them. On the other side, they finally drew themselves from the kiss and looked at Layla's pale expression with a sneer. "Oh, please forgive me, Layla." "I forgot, you are still not dead," Sophia chuckled as she mentioned her death. Her face was filled with victory and pride.

The kind that didn’t just enter your orbit — he made you aware you were already in his. She angled toward the bar, fingers brushing the satin clutch at her side. If Leo noticed, he didn’t show it. But Cass knew better. Men like him noticed everything. Cass offered a polite, noncommittal smile. “Sounds like you’ve got quite the story,” she said, keeping it vague. “Stories make the world go round, Ms…?” Grant—his name stitched into his leather portfolio—leaned in. She sipped her drink before answering. “Blake. Cassandra Blake.” One of her safe, untraceable names.

OSCAR'S POV How the hell did we go from unexpected meetings to secret meet ups in my office? Pink basically gave me the invitation to fuck her tonight and make her feel better. And I could have easily pushed her back down onto the couch, stripped her clothes off, and fucked her like she has never been fucked before, but I couldn’t. Especially when she's still a virgin, she isn't exactly sure what she wants and I'm not about to rob her of the chance to think about things before it went too far

She kicked the innocent ground to express her annoyance as she put on the mask per command. Pink gnashed her inner wall while paying attention to any possible movement. Her power; flower attribute; had generously distributed across the entire area. From high to low areas. Any sudden movement created by those people could be felt by Pink. The flowers were some kind of nerve that alerted her but wouldn’t pain her if they were destroyed or cut. That’s how fair her power was. “Jenny!” Jenny shut her mouth when Pink gave a low warning. Pink peeked at the royal family and their relatives.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Deep enough to make him weep. He stayed like that for a long time. At the ridge, the silence broke. Not violently. Not loudly. Just… differently. Siran stood. She didn’t speak. She didn’t raise her hands. But her presence shifted. And across the bloom’s inner ring, several spirals bloomed without light only color. Deep grey. Soft blue. Violet like old bruises healing beneath skin. Those gathered stepped back instinctively. “What is she doing?” someone whispered. “She’s calling it,” another answered.