Red Rising Pinks Novels & Stories

Rara blinked. “What?” With a confident stride, Ralph inched nearer, just close enough for her to catch a glimpse of the stormy hues within his mesmerizing emerald orbs. The depth of her gaze widened, revealing a flicker of astonishment before she discreetly composed herself with a slight cough. In that instant, Ralph's lips curled into a mischievous smirk, his acute perception catching sight of her rosy blush, timidly cascading like a delicate vine from her neck down to the very core of her being.

Rose glares at him for a few minutes tentatively, like trying to find the truth of his words, then sniff again. “You are not lying, aren’t you? You really love me?” Rose asked. Alex nods his head. “Yes.” “Pinky promise?” Rose forwards her little finger making Alex confused by her act. “Pinky promise? What is that?” “If you truly love me, you have to pinky promise.” Alex also forwards his little finger and said, “Pinky promise.” Rose’s face brightens by his promise with a wide grin, but the next moment it darkens again.

I looked away to hide my flushing face. "Oh my! Why are you blushing? Did something happen?" she teased. I gasped sharply and faced her. "What are you talking about? Quit it. Let's just focus on our task." Her eyes squinted but shortly, she grinned at me. "But you kissed already, right?" she added. I rolled my eyes at her and she let out a laugh. ***** NEREZA CALLED FOR us to help her pick some herbs in the greenhouse. She said it's for the medicine she's trying to create.

"Fine. Do what you have to do. I think I'll go back to my room, then." She nodded and V went away. As she stood up and looked at the mess she had done, she noticed a hibiscus flower that she overlooked awhile ago. She drew nearer and picked it up. At first she did not believe her instincts for it might just been a coincidence. But apart from she's in the safest place at the moment, she still could not find any other proof that the flower did not come from a Malignobon. She had received many of this leaf before, when she was still in the Realm. Although, it would be ridiculous to think that a Malignobon really had infiltrated her current location now. So what could it really be? She got so co

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Gwendolyn shrugged and said, “If Evelyn had prepared you, no mentoring would be needed.” They got to the final group and Genevieve said, “This group is different in the sense that they combine two energies together. One helps to balance the other.” The group was putting on black on black but a white symbol of a huge cross was etched in the chest of their clothes. “What energies?” Clara asked. “These are the siphoners and the darklings. The siphoners siphons magic, venom and the likes while the darklings use dark arts. However, the siphoners are there to make sure the dark arts are not corrupting the souls of the darklings. Your mentors will be Ethan Vanderbilt and Layla Hendrix.” Clara nodde

I took the first drag and blew the smoke towards her face. That seemed to do the trick, her eyes snapped open. Revealing the puffiness and redness it had hidden. "ah, I see. You want a smoke right? " I lifted the cigarette to her face. Her sullen gaze metamorphosed into a glare. I chuckled softly and took another drag of the cigarette and dispelled the smoke in her face again. Her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds, when she finally glared back at me again, there was moisture shining under her lower lids. I was sure the moisture wasn't because she was crying.

"Every single one." His fingers brushed against my hair, and he tilted his head slightly. "I like the red color. It matches your personality." I frowned, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. "It's like fire," he continued. "Or autumn leaves, or those roses that grow wild in the summer." "Cherries," I added without thinking. "Or red wine." "Sunsets," he whispered, and this time he was staring right into my eyes. "Persimmons," I breathed.

They were attired differently; some of them were in an elaborate evening gown, a number of them were wearing jeans with a cute top, a few of the group were also in shorts and a t-shirt, but almost everyone was dressed in striking colors. Marie was dressed in a knee-length, dusty pink dress which had a small slit on one side. It was an A-line dress and had a boat neck at shoulder level. The fall of the dress was pretty natural, and she looked stunning the way that she was carrying her dress with the perfect hairstyle, and she was wearing just the right amount of make-up unlike a lot of others who had applied everything in excess on their faces that made them look a little scary.

"I can't... I can't..." "Yes, you can!" Kieran's voice, fierce and certain. "You're a Nightshade. We don't break!" One final surge of agony— And then suddenly, blissfully, it was over. I stood on four legs, panting and disoriented. The world looked different. Smelled different. Everything was sharper, clearer, more intense. I glanced down at my paws and froze. They were pink. Pale, iridescent pink, like cherry blossoms or rose quartz.