Red Rising Pinks Novels & Stories

“Babe, you don’t understand! I can’t wear pale pink polish!” “What about hot pink?” “No! That’s even worse, I need like a sassy pink or maybe an angry pink,” “An angry pink?” Emrys questioned as he watched Ostana bicker to Laker about nail polish, I laughed and pushed both boys out of the way. Laker and Emrys reflected each other's faces as Ostana was deep in thought, peering over each polish bottle, her finger twirling a strand of her raven black hair.

"We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!" The entire room was suddenly deathly silent, until John sprang to his feet in shock, "What?!"

“But something in you keeps pretending to be one.” “Careful,” I said. Her gaze didn’t waver. “Maybe that’s why it burned you.” I didn’t think. I crossed the space between us in two steps and grabbed her wrist — not hard, but enough to make her eyes flash. The Mark on her shoulder flared bright, searing red. A sharp, invisible pulse burst between us. Lights flickered. The power cut for half a second. Every system in the house screamed static through the walls — alarms flickering on, sensors tripping, cameras freezing.

She looked toward the window. The flowers were different. The four glowing red blossoms — the ones that had pulsed gently for weeks, always four, no more — had changed. There were six now. Two new petals had unfurled overnight. Quietly. Without warning. She blinked, breath catching. The fifth looked newer, less confident in its shape, but the sixth… The sixth pulsed stronger than the others. Brighter. And underneath that red light, the glass of the window had started to fog.

Let’s take a walk around the island, then head back. I looked at the sky streaked with colours, unwilling to leave. There was no telling if I’d ever see a view like this again. Hand in hand, we walked around the island. The place was mostly rocks with very little greenery. The pink came from red coral pushed up by the tide. When the water receded, the coral stayed, giving the island a soft blush, like a veil wrapped around it. The sun sank lower and lower, disappearing into the horizon, leaving only a sweep of crimson clouds, vivid enough to bleed.

Year 1853 Sometimes, gray is seen as a sign of an impending storm. But in this moment, the thick gray clouds hung in the sky, marking the start of the autumn season. Miss Yerez looked at Thea and Xander who were already standing in her room before she even told them to come. She narrowed his eyes. "Why are you here so early?" Xander beat Thea and replied, “Miss Yerez, I'm sorry we barged in without permission, something's bad about to happen to Thea last night, that's why I was here since to protect her.”

"How much further do we have to go? Are you trying to wear me out on our first day of marriage?" Gabriel laughed along and pointed to a villa about 30 feet ahead. Freya looked up and saw a burst of vibrant red. With the sky growing darker and the light too dim to make out what they were, she asked, "What's that?" Gabriel stayed silent and pulled her along as he ran. When they reached the gate and pushed it open, Freya was met by a garden bursting with royal poinciana blossoms, their flowers swarming every branch. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed up, lost in the beautiful sea of blossoms. A breeze picked up, sending the red petals fluttering to the ground. It felt surreal, like

I will be her best friend for the rest of my life, even if we are mates too. ‘I want her’ Midnight says in my mind, and I laugh at the growl in his voice. ‘I know man. So, do I. We will do all we can to deserve her. I promise you.’ I tell him, snuggling back into her sheets. A scent suddenly invades my senses, and it shocks me for a second. It smells like the forest after it has rained. Fresh and crisp... almost a clean woodsy scent. It has Midnight purring in my mind. I nestle my face in Rens pillows further and let myself be engulfed in the smell that is calming my every nerve.

he asked. "Like a baby.. it's the only remedy for those nightmares I keep having" I replied with a shrug. As we stepped out of the house and hurried towards where our motorcycles were parked, I couldn't help but welcome the fresh air filling my lungs; replacing the horrible stench of blood and death. We waited for the chaos to begin before riding away. Tonight was a big victory for me; big pity I won't be around to see Richard's face but I'll be kind enough to send him some flowers.

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...