Radiant Pink Novels & Stories

There were whispers that seeing this color could even make him short of breath. While it was only a rumor, it did affirm that he indeed disliked pink. Seeing her opportunity, Yaslyn stoked the flames further. "Pink is inherently hard to elevate to a sophisticated look, especially the shade I despise the most—the shade of pink found on lotus roots. It's preposterous." As soon as she said this, the man beside her approached her. "Miss, do you also find this pink attire distasteful?" As expected, he fell for it.

I wasn’t sure when she pulled this one off the rack, but looking at myself now, I have to give it to her—she knows what she’s doing. The scalloped garter three-piece set shows off my curves and pushes my tits and ass up to high heaven, something that I know Noah will appreciate. The garter makes my already long legs seem to stretch out forever. The material is just opaque enough to not leave me stark naked, and Rachel insisted on going for a soft pastel pink color, claiming it would suit my blonde hair and skin tone best.

The colour was wrong. The pendant was always gold and pink, a soft pale pink that I had gotten used to the way you get used to anything you wear every day without thinking about it. But what I was looking at now had a purple edge to it, faint but there, bleeding into the pink like something was shifting underneath the surface. I blinked. Looked again. Still purple. I stood and walked to the mirror above the small dresser and lifted up the pendant to the light. I spun it around once, then twice.

Lexi asked a Norm walked away. “Oh. Purple, blue, green.” I answered going back to the tank tops I was looking at. “What about pink?” “It doesn’t look right with my hair color.” “Actually a light pink would since your hair is a darker shade of red.” “Really?” “Yup.” “Huh? Ok.” “Now you know this stuff is tight right? It needs to be so it doesn’t get in the way when moving.” “Yeah. I kind of figured.” “Alright lets see what they’ve got.”

A faint hint of pink glow emits from behind the moon and there’s a white long double hexagon shape surrounding the branch, crown, and sword. My heart races as I stare at it. The realisation that I am marked hits me. Marked by the woman I love… How did I get so lucky? Emotions threaten to consume me, and to hide it I turn to her. “Well, I never thought I’d ever wear anything pink,” I say mockingly, looking down at her, she pouts. “It's only a few flowers…” she says, sounding fucking cute. I smirk. “For you, I could wear pink every day,” I say, wrapping my arms around her from behind. “It’s beautiful, Mi Amor, just like the diosa who gave it to me.”

Raven's POV I stared at my reflection, fighting the urge to punch the mirror out of frustration. The outfit was bad, like real bad. A neon, bubblegum-pink two piece that made me look like I was trying way too hard and failing anyway. "I cannot believe you made me wear pink," I groaned dropping the blush brush onto the cluttered counter. "Of all the colors in the entire fucking world and you made me wear this." Starlet popped up behind me in the mirror, wearing an even brighter pink shade. Her face lit up with that bright smile."Isn’t it great? And before you say anything, I only have pink outfits. But seriously, you look amazing. This color brings out the rose in your cheeks."

My perfect man and knight in shining armor. “Baby!” That tiny voice spoke as the door opened, jolting me out of my truancy. I weakly stood up, moving out of my room. Upon getting to the main room, I met with a pink-haired lady, her hair was tinted and her lens was pink which indicated it was fixed. I stared down at her lips and realized it was pink too. This lady was obsessed with pink because she was also wearing pink maxi shorts and tank tops. I furthered to her hand and my eyes widened at the luggage she held.

Deeply irritating. As he slid the ring onto her finger, a glint of pink caught my attention. A very familiar shade of pink. I narrowed my eyes, leaning a bit forward to get a better look without making it obvious. And then my brain froze. That shape… that color… My eyes widened slightly as I leaned in again. No. There was no way. It couldn’t possibly be— I discreetly grabbed my phone, quickly typing in the name that had popped into my mind: Pink Star Diamond Ring.

Unrealistic rooms favoured with the goodness of pink that was usually owned by daughters of emperors in faraway fairy tales kingdom and to be frank, Hilary Stanley was a human who was just living a pretty similar life. There was a particular attribute to Hilary's room, or preharps chamber, that was reflective of her spirit and even if you know nothing about her, coming to her room would make you sure of some particular favourites of her. And that was, her love for pink, the calming colour associated with feminity, kindness and love; and fashion, an antique art made with creativity and innovation.

She opened the lipstick in her hand eagerly. "This lipstick is like a magical tool. It can complement a person's complexion very well. Hannah, this shade will look perfect on you. "Try it on. You'll definitely attract the attention of everyone in the room. Come on," Jane urged as she handed the lipstick to Hannah. It was a fluorescent pink lipstick, also known as "Dying Barbie Pink." The color was one that even those who aimed for a perfect Barbie look often struggled to pull off. For people with fair skin like Hannah, it would look universally unflattering. It would make her look tacky and unattractive.