Pink Widgets Novels & Stories

She hissed angrily. The women inside the study room gasped, hearing my cell phone playing a Pink Panther ringtone. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping my phone as I tried to stop it from making a noise. I sighed, thinking about who among our six children changed my ringtone. “Who’s in there?” Sherrilyn asked, cocking her head. My heart was pounding fast as I typed a message for Red. Me: Red, pick me up. Study room. ASAP.

Many other items are sold with the same symbolic meaning, but Angel Wings are still different and unique. Because Pink diamond is very expensive, not to mention that It was as big as a pigeon egg. Anvika was almost sure in her heart that the man was coming here today because of this pink diamond... "Angel wings." They choose the seat at the corner and sat down. As she sat, suddenly someone patted her shoulder from behind. Anvika was stunned and turn around. She saw the man on her blind date, whom she had didn't seen for a long time. "Vivan...why are you here?"

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.

—and the words echoed in my head like they were meant for me. I bit my lip to keep quiet, but a soft whimper slipped out anyway. Jake’s other hand found my chin, tilting my face toward him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, lips parted like he was breathing through his teeth. “Take these off,” he said, tugging at the waistband of my panties.

'No matter how evil you are, Elixier my love, I'll always love you' I'm a black canvas. A paper pure white. And yes, I wanted to have color. I wanted somebody to paint me. Elixier did. But instead of coloring me with paint, he painted me with blood. Well I don't regret letting him do that. Red is a powerful color. Red stands out. Red is fierce. But fire is also red. That if it burns you, you'll turn black. Life is meaningless without him. I'd rather burn myself in the color of red in the flames as long as I'm with him, than be safe as a colorless canvas.

cut Ravi quickly as if Daniel cared about his pain. "I'm sorry." However, after that, Ravi was surprised when Daniel grabbed Ravi's wrist slowly and carefully. Ravi tried to ignore the burning pain, but he instantly forgot when his eyes quickly caught something miraculous appearing along with a tickling sensation along his arm. Fine tendrils shine on the skin, from the point of the pulse to the intersection of the joints. At the ends, it grows the shape of a leaf with white light and the next thing that makes Ravi gasp is how the picture of the flower blooms there, almost like the one in Raymond's hands.

***FINAL DRAW*** Flora's POV “Pink.” Lucille asked, confused, tilting her head like I’d just suggested something insane. “Yes,” I said firmly, the idea solidifying in my mind. “If he doesn’t like black, he’ll sure as hell like pink.” Lucille stared at me for several long seconds. “Are you kidding me? You do realise that the opposite of black is white, right? Basic colors, Flo.” “Well, physically yeah,” I replied. “But on a deeper level, pink is a better fit. Black is dark, cold, intimidating. Pink is bright, soft, feminine. They represent two completely opposite things. It has to work.”

But the woman. "She's Pinky. The best female Alpha second to Alpha Lucia. She's defeated many werewolves, and is known for her unmatchable stamina. She's also undeniably gorgeous that's why she's so famous..." Manuel introduced. He must have noticed the curiosity on my face. I looked at him suspiciously. He seemed to know a lot about the girl. She's his crush or something? "You know her?" I asked. He nodded his head. I shifted my eyes to the blonde woman in front of us. She's waving her hands to the people as they throw her tons of roses. They really like her. She seemed nice too, or is she?

Estel POV “It’s pink,” Ada, my wolf, grumbled. When I pulled into the circle drive, we could see into the giant windows along the front of the once forgotten resort hotel. It was atrocious. It looked like the inside of a pepto bismol bottle. It was painfully pink. Who the hell paints walls this color? Not even an accent wall, but all the walls, from floor to ceiling. And then the ceiling’s dirty glass skylights were reflecting the offensive pink back, the sunlight sneaking in giving the higher part of the wall the image of being scribbled over with a highlighter.

“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.”