Red Rising Pinks Novels & Stories

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

I stood up from the counter needing to use the restroom. “You can’t possibly be leaving so soon,” a deceptively seductive voice murmurs close to my ear, making me all the more tense as his warm breath fans my cheek and leaves unbidden chills in its wake. The voice was hoarse and husky leaving tingles over my body.

I want something that screams at personality change, while still giving a hot and seductive look. “Crimson red.” I say. “Wonderful choice Mrs. Andrea.”

, I smiled. We said nothing for a while and awkwardly looked at the setting sun. It was almost getting dark everywhere. Ammi might be gone until now. But I didn't move. I didn't feel like moving. The sunset looked beautiful. Darn it! I realised I had never watched a sunset like this. Yeah, I had seen the setting a lot of times but I never noticed the sky turning pink and gradually orange to red. The sky was looking blood red which was freaking new to me. I had never seen such a beautiful scenario in my entire life.

"No, just… someone I met today." "Uh-huh," Harris said knowingly. "Well, whoever he is, he must be something if he’s got you blushing." Sophia rolled her eyes, grabbing her things. "I am not blushing. I’m just tired." "Sure you are," Harris chuckled. "Alright, get out of here before I make you clean the espresso machine."

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

"I will always protect you. This is just a reminder to anyone who thinks they can hurt you." “My breast is emerald,” she says, staring at it. “Phoenixes aren’t the only possessive ones around here," I growl. I love that her breast is painted in the color of my dragon scales. She looks at me in the mirror again. “I love it.” Then she steps aside and I get my first real view of the phoenix on my body. I gasp as I step forward, then immediately step back so I can see the entire image of her that covers me. The feathers on her head come just to the point where my chest meets my throat. I open my arms to the sides and it’s as if my Phoenix is in flight. My entire chest and stomach are covered in

Although both the dresses she picked out for me were disliked by my mind and heart, The dull color grey, reminded me of the gloomy sky and my sad face. "Can I at least try the pink one I really don't like the colour" She pursed her lips grabbing the pink dress and handing it to me. I wore it and I felt somewhat better. "I don't like it. The grey one is better" I frown. "But mom" She showed me her angry face. "It's not your wedding Lilyan, We are getting the grey one" I clenched my jaw as she grabbed the grey and headed to the counter as I stood there.

Qri glanced briefly at Emma's expression, gently asking. "A pot of Sea Blossoms." The weather was warm, perfect for flowers to bloom. It wasn't surprising. Emma frowned, glancing at Luther, who had led in someone carrying the Sea Blossom. At a glance, she knew it was a masterpiece. The Sea Blossom flowers were starting to bloom, a vibrant shade of red resembling lipstick. Most were already in full bloom, petals intermingling gracefully, creating a beautiful contrast of shades. The backdrop of the leaves was exquisite, too, with a light and refined green complementing the red perfectly. It was as if the red was floating over the green background, creating an indescribably enchanting scene.