Pink Widgets Novels & Stories

White bathroom with pink sink ,pink bathtub and pink toilet bowl. " I've forgot most of my memories back then but I still remember your pink ribbon on your ponytail , your white shoes and pink shoe laces and your pink dress . That is why I decorated the room with pink and white . It's to remind me of the pink girl who saved me years ago and made my heart fall for her from missing her for so many years ." Zachary said to her .

I expressed my gratitude as Pink took my belongings and guided me inside. "Goodbye, Mama Rose. We'll celebrate the start of our friendship now," Pink proclaimed before shutting the door. Rose waved her aged hand and chuckled on what Pink said. With the door now fully closed, I took in my surroundings—a spacious room with a large window that couldn't be missed. The window spanned from the ceiling to the floor and had two distinct sections: one colorful and the other black and white. There was a small table surrounded by four large cushions in front of the window, and one girl was already seated on a cushion, observing me.

I was standing in Aisle 4, staring at a box of Glitter-Puffs. They were neon pink, coated in a crystalline sugar that looked like it could power a small city, and featured a cartoon unicorn that looked high on its own supply. In the world of Oakwood Estates, this box was a war crime. We were a neighborhood of sprouted grains, kale-infused smoothies, and "ancient grain" puffs that tasted like lightly seasoned drywall.

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.

She nodded. “He wanted to kill you, but only because you’re powerful. Now that she shifted before his eyes, he may know. I’ve been told of a new prophecy and you need to listen to it. It says: ‘She who is of pure innocence and pure evil. She will be overcome with one and the other will die within her. She will be torn amongst two, but only one can save her. It is not scripted how he shall do that. He will have to look within to save them both’. Silas, I hope you’ve heard because you’re the only one who will be able to save her when the time comes. She is the Pallid Wisteria, simply because it means White Wisteria. As you know, she’s the only white wolf in existence, and she needs to be prote

Gold flickered in and out like he was barely holding onto his human form. "Isabella." He crossed the room in three strides and grabbed my face, tilting it up to examine me. "Are you hurt? The healer said you collapsed. The baby..." "Is fine," I said and pulled away from his touch. "We're both fine." He exhaled shakily and ran a hand through his hair. "Your wolf... it's pink." "Apparently." "Do you know how rare that is? Pink wolves are..." "I know what they are," I interrupted. "Kieran explained. Royal bloodline. Ancient power. Prophecy nonsense."

-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.

"Have you ever taken such things?" She looked eager. "I have enjoyed party drugs a few times, but never the fabled Pink. It has quite a reputation for making things better, both gentle and significant. But it is impossible to find for love or money, I heard you have to be a friend of the supplier?" Sam pointed out the marks on the pill, a zero on one side and an off-center lightning bolt on the other. The pink color was also unique, and she pointed out there was a thin white layer in the center in the pill. "These are the marks of the real thing. A few people tried to make imitations but the color is impossible to match. They wound up out in the desert."

I quickly concluded and she laughed “no he's not. He's just the guy who loves pink. He's also known as the pink model and it looks good on him” she said and grinned “okay, so tell me about the girl” I said and crossed my arms to listen “she's WiniRed. That's her nickname because her favorite color is red. She's the bad girl. Some say she has pride but she's still the one with most of the fans” “and why is that?” “because she shows them love. She's only proud towards other celebrities”

“A toothbrush.” “Obviously. But WHY?” “You didn’t bring one.” “… okay but how do you KNOW that? Did you CHECK my bag??” “You don’t have a bag.” Touché. I stare at the toothbrush. “Why is it pink?” “You like pink.” “I DO NOT—” “You have a pink phone case.” “That— that’s because— I— IT WAS ON SALE!” “And,” he continues, “your pen is pink.” “It writes smoothly!” “And your water bottle.”