Radiant Pink Novels & Stories

Their first meeting truly amazed him. "This is your room, Alpha. Please have a good rest tonight." The door cracked open, and Luke showed the gusset room to Martin. Martin entered the room and found it suitable for his liking. The wall is light blue and decorated with simple things around it. A double bed in the middle had white sheets, two pillows and a blanket. A large window just right over the bed from where a cold, calm breeze swayed inside the room to make the atmosphere more peaceful and breathable.

But she is always gentle and nurturing when I need it. Her name ‘Morganite’ originates from a pink gemstone. I love it! The colours pink and rose-gold have always been the colours I feel my soul has a connection to. When I got my wolf when I turned sixteen, I knew why. Morganite is a stunning wolf. She is a pink champagne colour. Just another way to believe that the Moon Goddess has everything planned. “Yes, so you keep saying.” I sigh softly.

“That’s like saying pink isn’t its own color.” “Well...” she trails, and the boy gasps. “Pink is its own independent color!” He defends. “How dare you imply otherwise!” “What?” she shrugs, insisting that she hadn’t done nothing wrong. “Pink is just a variant of red. A lighter version.” The boy gapes, feigning deep offense as he shakes his head, those dramatics of his coming to the surface. “Wow!” He complains. “You know what? I’m done with this conversation. Clearly you’re blind and have bad taste. I can’t be seen associating with someone like you.”

Through her yells, she's still laughing, but, "Thank you, Master." I work on that shade of pink.... A nice deep rose as the target, I think.... .... or maybe scarlet if she doesn't safeword.... "I daresay it comes with your being a redhead. I imagine you don't sunbathe much?" My palm stings as I swipe across her again, but her noises are making my cock sit up and beg. "Aaahhhh...." She jerks and arches… "No, Master. I never sunbathe. It burns me. Other people get a lovely tanned glow. I turn red and purple."

I internally gag trying to hide my horror. “I had the room redone for you.” as she walked towards the windows pulling back the drapes. I cringe trying to force a smile “Oh, you shouldn’t have.” Jean just smiles “It’s no problem, I’m glad I could help.” Pink is literally my least favorite color as I try to stomach the sight of the room. Walls, ceiling, rugs, bedding, curtains, furniture, accessories, basically everything is in different shades of pink. How on Earth can someone like pink this much. Then I stop myself, oh yeah we aren’t on Earth anymore. Thinking back to my home and family a sad feeling aches inside of me.

It just surrounds their bodies in a shiny, blurry way that I have to squint and look at sideways to make out. Nina narrowed her eyes, waiting for me to explain. “And it’s a color I haven’t seen coming from anyone else, that’s the interesting thing. Just you have it when you’re around Kayden, and he has it around you.” “And what color is it?” “Kind of a pinkish red, fuchsia color. Actually, almost exactly like…” My eyes moved to Nina’s hair.

When I calmed down, When I finally calmed down a bit, I faked wiping a tear and turned to Samantha who was glaring daggers at me. “That was funny” I glance at the roses, “Well, since you gravely insisted, I am happy to explain” “I do not gravely insist—” "Well, these pink roses here," I began, "are known to symbolize gratitude, admiration, and sweetness. They often convey a sense of appreciation and joy. Their delicate colors are a popular choice for expressing affection or conveying a heartfelt message. Surprisingly, the earliest evidence of pink roses dates back 40 million years, discovered within fossils. They were the very first color of roses to be cultivated because they were the most

We both stare into each other’s eyes as we struggle to refill our lungs with the much needed oxygen that we have deprived them of. My focus lingers on Rin’s eyes. What were once the dark green color that I remember are now a startling pink color, with black rimmed around the iris and black flecks mixed in with the pink. The color stole my breath away as I stared up at him with aww, his beauty more ethereal than even my Angel’s.

“Nah, we don’t want it to be a secret admirer thing. She needs to know they’re from him.” Nodding in agreement, Isobel ticked off another finger. “Dark pink is for appreciation and gratitude. Light pink is admiration, sympathy, grace, joy, and sweetness. Orange is fascination, desire, or enthusiasm. Peach is appreciation, closing the deal, or getting together.” “Seriously,” I murmured, staring at her in awe. “How do you know all this?” Isobel just kept going. “Coral is for desire. Lavender is love at first sight. Yellow with red tips are friendship and falling in love. A mix of red and white roses means—”

She knows what she is doing. Those beautiful curves, butter-like skin and radiant glow. How am I supposed to control myself? I am trained to control my mind and emotions but everything goes in vain when she is in front of me. I pulled the gown down her head, covered in pastel pink satin. She scowled when she saw pink on her body, it's not her favourite colour, but she looks the prettiest in pink. She thinks pink is too soft for her aura, but I always tell her that she looks like an angel when she is in pink.