Pink Widgets Novels & Stories

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

"The cub. It's responding to your power use. You awakened something in them." "Them?" But before she could answer, pink light exploded from my belly. So bright I had to shield my eyes. When it faded, I looked down. A perfect pink handprint glowed on my stomach. Right where Nolan had placed his hand days ago. But now there was something else. Words. Written in pink light across my skin. Ancient lycan script. I couldn't read it. But somehow I understood it. "Three mates shall the pink wolf claim." Oh goddess.

-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."

Ping added quietly, “…there’s no going back.”

Chris inquired. Paige replied, “…That’ll be too big and flashy. This ring is just right.” Chris glanced at Paige. Paige did not know what to say. Somehow, she felt embarrassed. She wondered if she made it seem too obvious. Chris told the saleswoman. “We’ll take it.” The saleswoman answered with a smile, “Sure.” Paige looked at Chris in shock. So he was getting it? She looked at the price earlier. The pink diamond ring cost 18 million dollars.

The walls were adorned with light pink wallpaper. A neon pink sign on the left proudly proclaimed ‘Boss Babe.’ In the center of the room sat a lavish round bed, decked out with an array of fluffy pillows in various shades of white and black—A cute giraffe soft toy perched on one of them. Above, the ceiling was breathtaking, resembling a pink galaxy adorned with tiny, twinkling white stars floating.

"Please don't tell me those ungodly things are the flowers?" "Xavien, you need something to break the white." "Break the white with something else," I growl at her. "That is pink." She only but frowns at me and grunts, "They are a soft baby pink." "I don't care how soft they are; they are still pink." "Xavien," she slightly raises her voice. "Please get out my face and go find something else to do." I only but look at Mekayla and shake my head, "We have created a monster. Your sister has gone stark crazy."

He put his arm around my shoulder. " You both carry on." I slip away from his hold and pace inside. Rita gazes up at me and immediately comes to my side, " You'll wear pink! Please? " She says in a requesting tone. It's her wedding, I can do this for her. There are only white and light colors in my cupboard. There's only one pink shirt, one pink top in my cupboard. I've hardly worn pink twice or thrice in these past seven years, " Can you do this? We'll get the opportunity to see you in different colors. " She makes her puppy face.

Lifting my injured leg, I showed him the blood trickling down in a thin line. "Lick it clean, or I'll make sure you're carried out of here on a stretcher." Colton let out a disgusted sound, scrunching up his face. "That's gross." I shot him a glare. "You don't get it. Saliva's antiseptic." While we bantered back and forth, Zach turned to leave. Colton's bodyguards blocked the door, clearly unwilling to let him off so easily. A commotion erupted outside, and then Wynona burst through the door, right on cue.