Radiant Pink Novels & Stories

“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.

Gold flickered in and out like he was barely holding onto his human form. "Isabella." He crossed the room in three strides and grabbed my face, tilting it up to examine me. "Are you hurt? The healer said you collapsed. The baby..." "Is fine," I said and pulled away from his touch. "We're both fine." He exhaled shakily and ran a hand through his hair. "Your wolf... it's pink." "Apparently." "Do you know how rare that is? Pink wolves are..." "I know what they are," I interrupted. "Kieran explained. Royal bloodline. Ancient power. Prophecy nonsense."

Her full lips were painted an appealing pink color, and a single diamond hung around her throat. "No, I've got this under control," I said, walking toward Genevieve.

Every second with him felt like a fairytale, a tale of two souls destined to be one. “Baby.” A tiny voice spoke behind the door as it was unlatched, jolting me out of my thoughts. I struggled to stand on my feeble knees as it piloted me towards the door. Entering the main room, I encountered a woman with vibrant pink hair, matching glasses, and tinted pink lips. Her fondness for pink was evident in her choice of clothing as well – donning pink maxi shorts and a pink tank top. My eyes then shifted to the suitcase she held, also colored in various shades of pink. The consistency in her color preferences, from her hair to her clothing and belongings, painted a vivid picture of her affinity for

The pinkish blush was all over my face. The glow on my face was reflecting my inner happiness. adding to that I was wearing a dark pink dress that reached below my knees, and the dark colour made my skin look radiant. not that i'm complaining. today I took my own sweet time to get ready. From choosing the dress to till choosing nail polish, I made sure everything was perfect. leaving my hairs open, i applied glossy pink lipstick and put on tiny butterfly earrings that suited me well. I smiled at my final output. Yes, I'm looking so cute and gorgeous that I bet today at least 2 boys will stare at me.

She said, pointing to a glittery royal blue. "No, I think this pink is nicer…" The tears were beginning, and I quickly dabbed the brush into the blue glitter and patted it lightly onto her eyes. "Ok, now lipstick, Wiyam." I nodded and adding some lipstick lightly. Raven’s make-up was dark… I realise Kiara used to have a lot of pinks and glitters in comparison to Raven's, which were so much darker. This girl… Well, she had to go and touch Raven’s stuff. I sighed, I hope Raven didn’t get mad…

"Oh my God, I can't. Where did this pink princess come from? Everything on you is pink. Aren't you a little old for this? Are you doing this on purpose? This is so embarrassing." Every pair of eyes at the party followed her gaze straight to me, and my face went scarlet on the spot. I loved pink. I always had. For as long as I could remember, almost everything I owned was pink. Pink bags, pink water bottles, pink hair clips, pink t-shirts, pink sweaters, pink phone cases, even my little keychains had to be pink. It was not like I had never heard comments about it before. I had run into plenty of boys who called me high-maintenance and prissy, and girls who said I was trying too hard to be cut

But saying that out loud felt too vulnerable. “ I don’t know,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands. Rachel’s cheerfulness didn’t dim. “Okay, new plan!” she declared, pulling out a small, colorful pouch from her bag. “Mini makeovers! But just, like, fun stuff. I have this nail polish that changes color in the sun! And another one that glows in the dark! It’s completely pointless but also completely awesome.” She held up a tiny bottle of shimmering purple liquid. “What do you say? A little bit of sparkle to combat all this intensity?” She wiggled her own brightly painted fingers. “It’s, like, a scientifically proven mood booster. Probably.”

I looked up at Ronnie and saw he was pale, but a pink glow stopped me in my tracks. Something around Aurora’s neck was glowing a soft pink.

I say as the slender woman caught up, clothed in a purple waistcoat, a hot pink top paired with a green penciled skirt and canary yellow pumps. My focus was on her outfit, taking it in from top to bottom. I squinted at the blinding colors. I couldn't imagine anyone seriously wearing that many colors in one outfit. Even though she looked out of place and bizarre she had managed to pull off the look in a good way.