True Romance Pinkpantheress Novels & Stories

Pink remained silent, looking at the ground but I noticed as anger flashed on her face, before reverting to an indifferent one. “I would appreciate it if you do not attack any of my pack members before me, you don't have the right.” She rolled her eyes at me as she drew closer to Brian, holding onto his sleeve with an aggrieved expression. That was it! I rushed to her side, grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed it against my desk, just one hit and blood rolled down her nose. She wailed in pain as soon as I let go, I looked up to see the surprise flicker in Pink's eyes and satisfaction?

AUTHORESS POV "Kingston please,you are hurting me"Vida's voice was teary .Her wrist was beginning to redden as his grip tightened.His weight pinning her slender form to the cold hard wall was almost too painful to endure but struggling now could bring harmful results.Dangerous ones even.He left her waist to and held her face trying to kiss her making the towel she wrapped around herself fall , leaving her stack naked in front of Kingston. The pained worsened as his grip tightened even more.He held her waist with his other hand and tried kissing her again while she turned her face else where .She was trying to get out of his grip but the more she tried,the more he got more angry.

I rush out and look down at my plate of food. 1 "I'm Andy." I hear a feminine voice say. I look up and see the gorgeous woman next to me. "Kera." I say shaking her outstretched hand. "Beautiful name." She says and I smile at her. "Thank you." "So you're here with Parker?" She asks and I nod. "I saw the little show you two gave the camera's. You're honestly cute together." She says and I blush. Those pictures are probably going to be all over the news.

"Oh, wow! I wonder which VIP is confessing his love to his girlfriend." "Oh, that's so sweet!" "Sweet, yeah, but I can smell the smell of money burning!" "I heard a mysterious VIP had bought all of the pink tulips cultivated in the greenhouse and had them shipped here to plant in Lunar Century Manor. I bet he's decorated the venue to confess to his loved one." "Lunar Century Manor? The confession is made to someone called Princess An. Could it be Anya Rivera? Is she back?" "Who is Anya Rivera?"

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

A low blaze in the hearth warms the room and soft music wafts on the air, mixing with a delicate aromatherapy scent. I’m stunned into silence for Lord only knows how long. Jameson doesn’t intrude on my thoughts, verbally, though they are solely centered on him. He had Pierre execute all of this while we were on the drive over. It is, hands-down, the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. This from the man who doesn’t do romance. This from the man who bought me at an auction specializing in kink. Yes, it’s entirely possible he has something a little perverse in mind for this evening, and it’s merely couched in this luxuriant scene.

Her radiant smile illuminated her face, and Mystro felt his breath catch in his throat. Elaine was adorned in a breathtaking pink dress that cascaded down to her knees. The delicate fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty. The dress seemed to have been designed specifically for her, as if it was made to highlight her best features. It was a shade of pink that mirrored the blush on her cheeks, a color that mirrored the blossoming flowers of spring. Mystro's eyes widened, and he found himself momentarily speechless. He had seen her in various outfits before, each one accentuating her charm, but this pink dress held a magical allure. It transformed her

She’d insisted on coming with me today and had dressed accordingly: a flared pink dress embroidered with tiny white flowers, ballerina shoes with sparkling bows that matched the dress perfectly, and after a good deal of negotiation a promise not to wear the pink plastic tiara her grandmother had gifted her. Yes, she was deep in her princess era. Twila and Theron found it endearing. I did too until she covered her entire bedroom (and Sunniva’s hair) in pink glitter, hoping to turn it into a royal chamber. It had taken me five hours to clean it all up, and even then, glitter still clung to my skin and hair the next day. I held my keycard to the panel beside the door and leaned in toward the sc

Her hair looked like she’d wrestled a pillow and lost, and her face wore the expression of a bride abandoned at the altar. “This is the worst Valentine’s Day of my entire life,” Keisha announced to no one in particular, pacing in front of the vanities. Gianna and Serafina exchanged a look, then both burst out laughing. “Let me guess,” Serafina said, tilting her head so Roxy could continue pinning pearls, “Tarzan was still as nonchalant as ever?” “He is not nonchalant. He’s just a cool guy,” Keisha snapped.

“Then I guess I’ll call you Judas.” “You can,” Ryan replied. “And I’ll call you Viper.” They shared one last dark, knowing smile — before turning away in opposite directions. Angelique returned to the apartment to find Pavitra out and the living room overflowing with shopping bags — perfume boxes, ribbons, and designer paper stamped with gold. Her lips curved. It was certainly Trunks. She let the bags spill onto the floor and, on autopilot, posed with each gift and photographed them for her feed. When the last picture was uploaded she let herself fall back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.