Pita Warna Pink Mga Nobela at Kwento

“To inform you that pineapple and pizza don’t belong in the same sentence. And I’m not tired. Also, what does C.C.A stand for? ” “Cray Cray Ari,” She shyly admits. “My friend gave me the initials. I sign my tables with it at work.” A snicker. “The shoe fits." “Fuck off, G.G.W. Pineapple pizza hater.” “What’s that mean?” Ariana smirks. “Grubby Gorilla Williams.” She can tell that Williams is grinning. “Wrong. It’s Gorgeously Genius Williams.” “It’ll be an honor puking on you,” Ariana rolls her eyes and fakes a gag.

Letta said, making Marco look at her with raised eyebrows. "Are you going to finish it yourself?" Marco asked again, making Letta shake her head. "Of course not. We'll finish it together, and don't forget to tell the waiter to put a lot of pineapple toppings," Letta said, making Marco widen his eyes. "Pineapple toppings?" Marco confirmed, making Letta nod her head. "Why? Does it sound strange?" Letta asked, making Marco nod. "Yes, I just found out that pizza can be topped with pineapple. Isn't it usually with sausage, cheese, broccoli, mushrooms?" Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

The thought made her blush harder, and she bit her lip to hide the small, helpless smile tugging at her mouth. With a shy, secret thrill curling in her stomach, she began gathering every shade of pink he’d mentioned — bras, panties, silk slips — cradling them carefully in her arms. He wanted to see her in them, and she wanted to see his reaction when she did. Cristiano walked away, sunglasses on, when he suddenly realised what he had just said. Pink? The color he had never liked. The one that used to irritate him whenever he saw Siena’s pink streaks in her hair or her little pink pajamas. And now… he had just admitted she looked beautiful in pink? He couldn’t believe that he just said that.

“What’s your favorite color.” “Purple.” He said it with me. Before he added. “Same shade as those panties you didn’t want.” I flinched and blushed. “What’s your favorite food?” He queried. Again, speaking with me. “Pizza with pineapple and ham.” Then he clarified. “Which still isn’t a real pizza by the way.” Immediately reminding me of driving around with him one day while we argued that pizza couldn’t really be a favorite food and that pizza with fruit was unholy.

Patty said and looked down to examine it. She stared at the bright color before her. “Well?” Andy asked as he stared at her intently. Patty walked over to Carter. “Now, Carter, be honest with me,” she said as she raised the test stick up for him to take a good look at it. “This isn’t pink, right? It’s more of a rose color. Desert rose or perhaps a light fuchsia?” she asked with a shaky voice. “Patty, honey, it’s pink,” Carter said with seriousness in his blue gaze.

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.

“How should I do it then? How should I fix it and convince her? She really doesn’t believe anything I said.” Just then, the doorbell rings and the guys let out excited cheers. Granny studies the plates on the counter, but she waits until Pink leaves and returns, carrying no less than twelve extra large boxes. Hey, we’re five grown men here. Twelve pizzas are more like a snack. “Is that anchovies?” Granny nearly gags when Mark pops the lid on his box. “Oh yeah,” Pink says and grins. “Most definitely.”

He had a lot more to get out of life. The model Pia rolled lazily over to her side and bared her back to the sun. Her bikini were a deep sea-green with yellow polka dots. The bottom was secured at both sides by some glass beads, probably diamonds. She was the typical sun-browned skin goddess worshipped by millions worldwide. A top-notch lingerie model.