Novel & Cerita Pita Warna Pink

"I knew it! I saw the way your body reacted to that ridiculous name!" "It's not ridiculous," I defended, "paprika is a spice, it's spicy and hot, consisting of more than two kinds of pepper. It means I'm as spicy and hot as anyone can get, adding taste to the life of whom I please. The name makes me feel sexy and the perfect little vixen for you. And bonus, it's my second favorite color too." "Paprika is a color?" "Mm hm," I hummed smugly. "Okay, okay, then I guess it's time I ask if My Paprika has eaten,"

Naka-suot din siya nang one inches high shoes na kulay itim. Hindi din nawala ang bitbit niyang isang portfolio na may laman ng kung anong ituturo niya. At mas na-kyutan lang ako dahil hindi naman kahabaan ang buhok niya ngunit inipit niya ito gamit ang kulay pink din na pamutos. This woman loves color pink so much.

The kitchen was right by the entrance, where a guy in colorful clothes and oversized glasses greeted us. The pizzeria had a nostalgic style—the waitresses wore quirky, colorful outfits or pants, accessorized with huge necklaces and headbands. Flowers and peace signs were painted all over the white walls. They found us a large enough table by the window, far from the entrance. The guys sat on one side, the girls on the other. Everything was a swirl of colors. The girls immediately started chatting about the wedding, admiring Diane’s ring—except Jenny. I was about to ask her about it, but Diane beat me to it.

"It's good. I would cut the color pink though, she absolutely hates pink. I suggest sticking more towards the packs colors and a light sky blue. I also recommend cutting the deviled egs from the menu and replacing it with these cucumber cream cheese bites." "How come?" He asked attentively. It felt like this was almost a test. "Well, Mae repersents your pack now. So the pack clolors would be fine, but if I wanted to have a touch of her, light sky blue. She hates pink. Also, she dispises eggs. Unless they are hidden in the dish, like a cake or something." He smiled, seeming more than satisfied with my anwser. I placed my used spoon back in my bowl and took a sip from the water bottle. I looke

Al Akira (The Pink pack): Third person pov: The Pink palace was made up of gold with all the gold furniture, gadgets, and clothing but even the gold had a pink hue in it. People who looked like normal humans had pink shaded skin. The pink faced slaves were carrying huge food trays to the dining area. The smoke coming out of piping hot food was pink. After placing those trays, a handsome man with a broad muscular build arrived in the room wearing only knee length shorts. His body was undoubtedly beautiful. His skin had a pinkish golden glow, the face had perfect features with glowing pink irises.

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.

he ordered casually. Lila’s eyes widened. “No, Wolfe. I love only this color,” she said firmly, holding up the pink bag to make her point. “You’ll love the other colors too, trust me,” Damien replied with a faint smile but the warmth in his face quickly faded as he gestured for the attendants to obey his command.

He winked and grinned that made Ara laugh. "Yeah, you better behave," she rides on Danil's joke. Finally they had started eating. Ara couldn't finish her pancakes due to Danil's talkative personality, almost asking everything trivial about her. "How do you eat your pizza? Pineapple or no pineapple?" "Pineapple." "No way! What's with that topping?" "I like it." "I usually like mine topped with green peas, carrots, beets, and potato sticks."

"I'll pick it up for you." "Really??" He nodded. "Okay. Bye." While I'm showering, Nick shouted, "Elena, which color do you like?" "Purple." "But you don't have anything in purple." "Then go for something in pink." "That's too girly!" "Stop asking me and pick something on your own." ,I shouted back at him.

Maybe the market that she is aiming for is those teenagers who get attracted to pastel colors and such. Anyway. The things that I want here are coffee and cake. With my black block heels, black skinny jeans, white top, and black blazer, I strode the way towards the counter and glanced at the top part of the wall where the menu is located. The staffs are also wearing pink polo shirts, I saw two boy waiters and a girl cashier. They were wearing white caps and a wide smile plastered on their faces as they greeted me. Wearing pink doesn't seem so hard for the boys, huh?