Pinky 5 Novels & Stories

We’re all still for your wedding with Dawn. Justin replied with a voice message. He sounded like he was smiling when he said it. “That’ll depend on Dawn.” Then, he sent another voice message, but this time, it was Dawn’s voice. “Hm… In that case, this year!” At the end, there was a soft, playful squeal from her. My heart started pounding violently. I gripped the phone so tightly it felt like I might crush it in my hand. Then, I opened their private chat. It was filled almost entirely with Dawn’s resentment toward me and Justin comforting her.

“We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ” “Fine, fine, calm the fuck down.” Yanking off his three-fingered paw, Pink Bunny jams a wrinkly hand into a hidden pouch in his costume’s chest. “Look, pizza people, you didn’t see any of this, okay? Total silence.” Neon-pink condoms, a chicken nugget, and a small bag of pills spill from the pocket as he roots around, his hand finally appearing with a moist wad of twenty-dollar bills. “Here. For your trouble.”

Though her confident smile is a different thing. “I’m good at proving people wrong.” You sure know how to run my mouth and always end up in compromised situations. That's how you ended up half dead anyway. You never learn do you? Right after agreeing Cindy dangled a golden key in front of her. “This is for your locker. Change into your uniform then head for the tinted glass door on the far right. Someone will show you the ropes here.” ***

When suddenly he hovered over her in a fast, swift motion with the great fist, she instantly blocked his attack with 360 defence fist, where her arms just moved smoothly in lighting speed, her fingers straight and closed and thumb just bent to the knuckle to get a better posture and move brilliantly. However, when Jamil saw her moves, he used an angle kick over her waist to push her out, and she budged from her spot with great pain. “Layla. Let’s stop now. You got injured.” Seeing her in pain, he faked her concern. Listening to his fake concern, she gritted her teeth and soon managed to stand up straight. “Not now!” She coldly asserted and moved towards him.

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

My breath caught. “For our five years,” he said, opening it to reveal a ring that caught the light beautifully. “I wanted to do this properly.” My chest tightened as he slid it onto my finger. “Thank you,” I whispered, even though something inside me didn’t feel right. Later, when he led me onto the dance floor, I let myself relax just a little. His hand rested on my waist, pulling me closer this time. Closer than he had all day. Maybe things were getting better.

His hair was slightly messy from the wind, and for some reason, it made him look… more human. “It’s fine, I just got here,” I lied, even though I had been there for nearly ten minutes. We started talking about the clinic. Julien showed me some notes from an international health foundation—they were interested but wanted a more detailed budget plan. I jotted down notes in my little notebook, trying to focus, but occasionally my eyes would steal glances at his hands moving animatedly as he explained. There was a simple silver ring on his ring finger—not a wedding ring, just an accessory—but for some reason, I noticed it.

After greeting the two busy gamers, I sat down with Pink Ranger and kept her company. Though Gray would never reveal her best friends' secrets to me, she talked about them all the time. Which meant I was aware of the basics when it came to each one of them. Like I knew that Pink Ranger worked in Acanthis, an international shipping and logistics company based in our city. A successful business that her girlfriend (who was currently screaming childish profanities at our TV) was set to inherit in the future.

She gave Soheila a porcelain bottle that has a Grade 5 Recovery Pill in 80% purity level. Soheila's eyebrows were knitted together as she remembered that no one in the Sidee Continent can refine a pill that has an 80% purity. It was even a Grade 5 pill which is ultra-rare in this Continent. Soheila looked at the porcelain bottle and to Sirene who went back to the five animals who were busy cleaning their mess. Sirene was happily talking to the five birds even though it was suspicious that she had a Grade 5 pill.

Her fingers slipped. Faelan dropped to the floor with a loud thud, erupting into coughing fits that echoed through the entire hall. As I turned toward my son, Janine suddenly grabbed a silver steak knife and drove it straight into my arm. I watched in disbelief as the blade pierced my skin. The searing pain tore through me. My knees gave out, and I collapsed. "Pick her up. Throw her out!" Janine barked arrogantly, her chin lifted high. I clutched my bleeding arm and forced myself to raise my head. "You dare? I’m the Luna of Black Rose Pack…"