Pink Widgets Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. I need the kitchen, the potion in itself isn't all that hard, the ingredients should be in every usable kitchen. What's hard is the time it takes." "Which you'll speed up using your special magic." He seemed hesitant saying 'Special Magic." "It's called Black Magic. It doesn't hurt to say the words, you know." I told him with a slight shake of my head. A lot of people were wary of me; they worried they'd say the wrong thing in front of me and I'd lash out. Using the words 'Black Magic' is usually the wrong thing to say, an offence, similar to the seven sins or something.

RED INK EP 9: Introductions "Wooooow!" Lorin whispered as they strolled into the interior of the party. The theme setting was a pale red and gold, mixed with some silver and glitters. The tables were all set in a fancy glimmer and the wine glasses were arranged so fancifully. She looked up at Dillion, he wasn't amused by the setting, his mind seemed to be somewhere else. From a table by her left hand side, she saw Larry Donas—he was making small talks with a beautiful blonde lady who sat beside him. There were about five people at his table; the table was large.

We both grimace into the mirror, I’m sure having the same flashback. Brandon’s wife is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but she has an unhealthy obsession with pink. Her wedding had three different obnoxious shades of pink and she managed to get each color onto all of the eight groomsmen. Even our shirts were pink, his was the brightest. He will never live it down. And with three healthy boys, she is still the only pink obsessed person in her house.

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

I was about to say something when Marina chimed in again. "This pink bitch knows fucking Kun-fu!!". We both looked at each other and laughed. "Ok Marina, what the fuck is it" I said. I call it "Pink Bitch" she said with a hot grin." It's a vibrator with remote control". " What?" I said giggling.

" Eva plotted her revenge in the gleaming sheen of the freshly painted Bugatti Veyron. The once familiar car was now a shocking shade of pink, a bold statement that roared louder than any engine. Taking to I*******m, Eva unleashed a baggage of photos. The caption, simply a single pink emoji, spoke volumes, a satisfied smile tugged at her lips as the internet erupted. "From drab to fab snagged this beauty for free and gave it a makeover fit for a rockstar.." #pinkpower #newwhip #freebie Eva's post ignited a firestorm in the comments section. Likes and replies poured in like rain with fans buzzing about the shocking pink paint job.

I'm still surprised he was sure he wanted Arsenal then he changed his mind. Pia wanted unicorns , butterflies and rainbows we had both picked out what she wanted via the only store of one of the decor stores online and they had the stickers she wanted . Her walls were painted pink so we knee what colours to choose . We also caught up on a lot of things and we decided that ; we were going to go shopping tomorrow morning and meet Angelo ;Ava , and Pio for breakfast at Emma's restaurant.

It was true that Kingston's workspace was quite messy—it took a bit of sleight of hand to clean it up. But Pandora's attention was only drawn to the fingers pushing the 'love' shaped lunch box and the soft pink color display, contrasting with Kingston's masculinity—which seemed quite strange if that was the case.

“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.”