Radiant Pink Novels & Stories

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.

Her radiant smile illuminated her face, and Mystro felt his breath catch in his throat. Elaine was adorned in a breathtaking pink dress that cascaded down to her knees. The delicate fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty. The dress seemed to have been designed specifically for her, as if it was made to highlight her best features. It was a shade of pink that mirrored the blush on her cheeks, a color that mirrored the blossoming flowers of spring. Mystro's eyes widened, and he found himself momentarily speechless. He had seen her in various outfits before, each one accentuating her charm, but this pink dress held a magical allure. It transformed her

She rolled her eyes then yelled out an 'okay' as a response and closed the door. Surprisingly, her room was all pink. Pink carpet, pink closet, pink vanity, pink bed, pink curtains and pink bean bag. Everything was pink. Even her flat screen TV was pink. "Holy!" I breathed as I looked around. "It's like Pepto-Bismol in here." Riley shot me a glare. "No hating on my room okay?" she hissed.

But that was just crazy, they had been barging into each other’s rooms for as long as he could remember, so why was he feeling weird now? Maybe it’s because you have been a very bad friend. His conscience mocked darkly, but he ignored it, choosing instead to check out the room missing the person he was looking for. She was clearly out, but why would she leave her door open? Maybe she hadn’t gone so far. For as long as Killian could remember, Kendra was obsessed with the color pink, or as she liked to call it… Rose. You could see the obsession in the way the color littered the room, the bed, the armoire.

Pink called. I stepped out. Her mouth dropped as she was surprised " This is beautiful and You look like a princess!" "You really do," the saleswoman agreed. "That color was made for you. It fits you perfectly Ma." Then I remembered Darcy's saying, "Get something that makes you feel confident." "This is it.I'll take it," I said. Leo handled the payment while Pink looked at accessories. "Can we get earrings too?" she asked. "Yes baby, of course, let's go get it," I said, following her.

The sun began to rise and peeked through the dusty pink curtains giving the room a soft pink glow to match our auras. Usually, I would have felt nauseous being surrounded by so much pink, it was like we'd been eaten by a giant pink candy floss monster, but it didn't bother me at all. In fact, I think I might have even been converted into liking pink! No, that's taking it a bit too far. Tolerating it, yeah that's more like it, I could now tolerate pink. How could I not? It permanently surrounded myself and the love of my life. I think I became a loather of pink when I hit my mid-twenties, from 16 years old onwards, one by one my friends found their Fianna's, and their usual white glow turned

The salon is a little white building with a hot pink trim and a front door that matches. It looks cute, kind of like what I would imagine for the barbies that I played with as a young child. When we walk in though, the pink is a little less dramatized as almost all of the surfaces are a gleaming stainless steel with just some slight hot pink trim running through the building. Most of the surfaces that are not steel are white though. It looks very bright and open.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

Her hair was purple and it was tied in a long ponytail that almost reached her waist, her nails were painted blue and they were sharp, her skirt was short, revealing almost all her thighs, her blouse was also a show tummy. Mystique gulped taking in her appearance as she sat on a stool beside the counter, her almost bare back was faced to Mystique as she licked her spoon after digging in to a cup of ice cream. Mystique frowned in disgust as she moaned in a sexual way while tracing her tongue all over the spoon.

“Did you choose pink for the halls on the night of a jubilee?” This conversation floats into my ears as I walk past the main hall, one of the Ironclaw females replies the male who asked, “No, the pink ribbon is for the kid's section, that space at the far corner of the hall. Make sure you intertwine it with blue.” The man being spoken to nods before giving me a bow and scampering off. I walk over to Nadia and smile at her.