Radiant Pink Novels & Stories

“But on a deeper level, pink is a better fit. Black is dark, cold, intimidating. Pink is bright, soft, feminine. They represent two completely opposite things. It has to work.” Lucille remained quiet, too stunned to speak at first. She finally let out a long breath. “Okay… so that’s the idea?” “Well yeah, the core actually. I’ll figure out the rest later.” “If you say so,” she muttered, getting off her bed and heading toward the bathroom.

he pointed out with a grin. She chuckled. "Yes, but you've never seen Persian roses. We have pink roses with crimson edges and ones as yellow as midday sunlight, even orange roses that have coral at the tips of their petals." As she spoke, her eyes were distant, and she gave a wistful smile.

she points, “and this is my room.” Stepping into her sanctuary, a tranquil palette of pink envelops us, blending harmoniously in a symphony of hues. A room fit for a modern-day princess, adorned in varying shades of pink, each corner a cosy delight - a space my inner child yearns for, longing for such lavishness in my past. “Your room is enchanting, Ray,” I compliment, wistfully recalling the simplicity of my own upbringing. “Thank you; I’m thrilled you like it,” she beams joyfully.

My nails and toes are perfectly polished; my hair has been trimmed, highlighted, and styled; and I have been waxed to ensure that I have exactly zero body hair below my neck. I am also wearing one of the two beautiful dresses that I purchased for today. We told everyone else that they should dress business-formal, but I opted for pink sequins for both of my dresses. I am the star of the party, and the star of James’ heart, and I want to make sure that I stand out. Yes, pink is a little juvenile and a bit overdone, but it is my favorite color and one that I know will help remind James of our wonderful past together.

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.

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.

"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."

"Please don't tell me those ungodly things are the flowers?" "Hunter, 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." "Hunter," she slightly raises her voice. "Please get out my face and go find something else to do." I only but look at Raven and shake my head, "We have created a monster. Your friend has gone stark crazy."

Dominic stared into her eyes and continued to smile. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if they’d been a nice powder pink, or a dark rose. But Romini made them a glowing neon pink. I didn’t know that he knew what that color was. It didn’t work with anything else in the area and it was glaringly out of place.” Raven complained as if she didn’t notice at all that Dominic was flirting with her. Dominic closed his eyes before his chin fell to his chest before he looked up again to her eyes.

“Babe, you don’t understand! I can’t wear pale pink polish!” “What about hot pink?” “No! That’s even worse, I need like a sassy pink or maybe an angry pink,” “An angry pink?” Emrys questioned as he watched Ostana bicker to Laker about nail polish, I laughed and pushed both boys out of the way. Laker and Emrys reflected each other's faces as Ostana was deep in thought, peering over each polish bottle, her finger twirling a strand of her raven black hair.