Pink Theory Novels & Stories

Julio added, his eyes shining. "I've told Ted to help me find the place. It might take some time, being that we only have an idea of what the inside looks like. But the pink powder..." I said, hoping it would be a clue. Damon shook his head. "There are at least fifty, if not a hundred, places that manufacture the pink powder. It's just a variation on heroin. It makes things more fun. The variety came out about a year or two after I took the throne. It was mostly done by people our age."

Unrealistic rooms favoured with the goodness of pink that was usually owned by daughters of emperors in faraway fairy tales kingdom and to be frank, Hilary Stanley was a human who was just living a pretty similar life. There was a particular attribute to Hilary's room, or preharps chamber, that was reflective of her spirit and even if you know nothing about her, coming to her room would make you sure of some particular favourites of her. And that was, her love for pink, the calming colour associated with feminity, kindness and love; and fashion, an antique art made with creativity and innovation.

My pierced nipples dripped with sweat, tits heavy and bouncing as I knelt. He stood, cock throbbing, veiny, slick with my juices. I pressed my tits together, the valley wet from cum and sweat. His cock slid between them, hot, pulsing, the head popping out with every thrust. “Fuck these tits, you bastard,” I growled, squeezing tighter, milk-white skin turning pink. The friction burned my nipples, pleasure shooting straight to my pussy. He groaned, hips bucking, pre-cum mixing with my spit on my chest. I leaned forward, tongue flicking his tip each time it emerged.

The others expressed their agreement as well. Serena was the only one opposed. Everyone in the room turned their attention to her. With a calm smile, Serena said, "I don't agree with this plan, nor do I believe that pink and light blue will be the trending colors. Light blue is already a thing of the past and pink is overused. I actually see potential in purple and yellow for the future..." "Moreover, I've conducted some research and reports. It's clear that many people are leaning towards purple and yellow this year..."

he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, clearly intrigued. “Well, for starters, I know a few women who can’t stand pink. They prefer darker, moodier colors. Some are into greens, others into bold blues. Pink isn’t always the go-to.” Kai laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. “I guess I have a lot to learn.”

she asked, her tone casual yet probing. I paused, considering the question. "That's easy, white and pink. She however likes certain pinks only for certain things. For example, for her teddy bears, she can't handle any pink other than carnation pink, candy pink, and bubblegum pink. I don't know, it's something like that. She loves candy pink hair, her dress must not be Barbie pink, and she prefers all her shoes to be one pink color that sounds like a tree's name," I responded, the details flowing effortlessly from my memory. "And Savia?" Lavender prompted, her gaze unwavering.

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."

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.

“That’s like saying pink isn’t its own color.” “Well...” she trails, and the boy gasps. “Pink is its own independent color!” He defends. “How dare you imply otherwise!” “What?” she shrugs, insisting that she hadn’t done nothing wrong. “Pink is just a variant of red. A lighter version.” The boy gapes, feigning deep offense as he shakes his head, those dramatics of his coming to the surface. “Wow!” He complains. “You know what? I’m done with this conversation. Clearly you’re blind and have bad taste. I can’t be seen associating with someone like you.”

“You should take this one. The quality is pretty good, and it’s easy to use.” “Okay.” A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “What color do you want?” “Ah…what do I get to choose from?” “Lime, silver, violet, and graphite.” My eyebrows draw together. “What’s graphite?” Tiny lets out an amused chuckle. “It’s a dark grayish color.” “Uhm…” I nibble on my bottom lip while I think about which one I should choose, then say, “I’ll take the violet one.”