Red Rising Pinks Novels & Stories

He turns around to sit back on the root next to me. "Let me see" He places his hand on the back of my neck and leans closer. "It's turning red.There are chances of swelling but don't worry, you will survive" As he speaks, I couldn't stop myself from admiring his features when he is up close, my heart thuds a little loud.The small beauty mark on his chin is something I feel the strong urge to place my lips on. Subconsciously I scooted closer, my eyes traveling up to his perfectly shaped lips.I almost closed the distance until I felt his fingers travel up from the back of my neck to my hair.I shuddered visibly, the action snapping me back to reality.

Which is the only thing that counts. "Ok. I won't feel bad as long as you show me the rock." I say, smiling. Elena's cheeks blush, as she looks down at her hand. She brings it up towards me. I see a stunning rose gold ring on her finger. It's shaped like a firefly, that looks as though it flew around her finger. The body of the ring has small diamonds trailing from the head of the firefly to the tail. It's absolutely stunning. "How come a firefly?" I ask.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

Instead, he carefully guided the craftsman's cutting, and as the waste material fell away, a mysterious red glow began to emerge. The craftsman's heart skipped a beat—such a lustrous glow should not appear in worthless material. Elsie noticed something unusual too, and quickly moved to Andrew's side, crouching down for a closer look. The red glow intensified, revealing a transparent red gem standing out prominently among the debris. For a moment, even the experienced Elsie was left speechless. "Well, what do we have here? A Blood Phoenix Agate—quite rare indeed," Andrew said with a smile as he picked up the thumb-sized red gem.

Red chuckled, tilting his head, and watched me amusedly. “Take a bite,” I said, lifting my arm to reach his mouth. “This is heaven,” I smiled, but my body jerked when he grabbed my wrist and opened his mouth wide, eating the whole macaron. “Hey!” I laughed and thought of pulling away my hand, but Red did not release his grip on my wrist. Instead, he licked raspberry jam on my index finger and thumb. I swallowed hard, hoping my heart would calm and my mind would stop flickering hot scenes in bed.

Its dim purple glow gradually intensified, blossoming into a radiant, bright pink luminescence that suffused the entire campsite with its enchanting light. In this deep, mysterious realm where sunlight was a distant memory, the waystick became a beacon of the unseen sun, casting its ethereal pink radiance upon the merfolk. Its vibrant glow permeated the surroundings, illuminating the campsite with a delicate hue that evoked the hues of a magnificent sunrise. The merfolk, aware of this magical spectacle, found solace in the gentle embrace of the waystick's enchanting light.

“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—”

Dominic stared into her eyes and continued to smile. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if they’d been a nice powder pink, or a dark rose. But Romini made them a glowing neon pink. I didn’t know that he knew what that color was. It didn’t work with anything else in the area and it was glaringly out of place.” Raven complained as if she didn’t notice at all that Dominic was flirting with her. Dominic closed his eyes before his chin fell to his chest before he looked up again to her eyes.

Pillows, curtains, rugs, sheets—all in the most vibrant shade of pink I'd ever seen in my life. "Rosa, this is… a lot of pink," I tried, carefully. "A lot of pink isn't enough pink, my dear. They're girls. Girls deserve pink." "What if they hate pink?" Rosa looked at me as if I'd suggested Fiona was an ordinary chicken. "Hate pink? That doesn't exist. Pink is the color of joy, of delicacy, of love." She grabbed a pillow and squeezed it against her chest. "Look at this. It's a hug in pillow form."

It felt good to be back here. The walls were a different shade of pink. On the northernmost part of the wall where the head of her bed was located was covered in a wallpaper with rose pink background and luscious fuschia pink flowers. The westernmost part where her windows were located was painted in the palest shade of pastel pink, almost the same shade as her window frames. The other side of the wall— her workspace and reading area was painted in carnation and every other shade of pink there was. It was mostly an outbursts of pink, her favorite color. She had maintained this color since she was a kid and she didn't see that love for the color dwindling anytime soon.