Orange 7 Novels & Stories

It was mine. Moving to my suitcase, I pulled out the orange prescription bottle. My fingers hesitated on the cap before I twisted it off and shook out the small white pills into my palm. The familiar weight of them reminded me of all the nights I spent curled up, drowning in my own thoughts, heart pounding with panic. I tossed the pills into my mouth and swallowed them dry. The memories came unbidden.

His face was unrecognizable but he knew that sturdy body too well. It was his first partner. The second-in-command. “Eh! Ops!” Orange’s voice resounded above them. Orange was hugging the slightly small camel beast’s neck – which was embracing in princess style – raised his hand like he was really sorry. “Sorry, I don’t expect him to be so weak.” “Man~” Gold stomped his feet dejectedly. “Did I just spoil your mood?” Orange scratched his head, laughing nervously. “Apologies.”

‘If that’s what orange oil does for you, please, give me more! ‘Orange oil,’ she intoned, her fingers still skilfully pumping him as she began a list of the oil’s sovereign attributes. ‘Good for skin conditioning, for relaxation, for muscular aches and pains . . .’ She paused then, delicately caressing the tip of him, and when she spoke again her voice was sombre, ‘Orange oil ... Beneficial also for depression, hopelessness and lack of joy.’ The bleakness of her words seemed to fracture his drifting euphoria. Puzzled, he looked up, then said the first thing that came into his head. ‘But I’m not depressed. I’m having a great time!’

But, after further tests, the doctor could only shake his head and gave him temporary medicine. “Do you have an orange-flavored cake? "Davi's pheromone is his favorite; the scent of it made him tingle inside and made him want to see Davi and shower him with kisses. “This one, this, and this. These are the last orange flavors we have.” The three cakes that Reynolds pointed out were little cute cakes. One had a full white cover, a little orange stain around it, and a slice of orange above with three leaves around it. Simple yet looks delicious.

She walked to me "We're the 7 Gold Lifes Olivia , our lifes is far from ordinary. Just like you but in a different way" 7 Gold Lifes?

"This will do the trick." It's deep cherry red.

One for my goddess, my love, Amanda. Jove- Mercury delivered a message. ‘Does my Highwayman ride?’ Me- Though Hell shall bar the way! Jove- that is the answer? Me- yep! Jove-ok Amanda is waiting for me. She still hasn’t given up on me. That’s my mate. Gold Apple, Pear, I need three, I’m a triplet three is the lucky number. Oranges, no, grapes, no, breadfruit, no, Pomegranate, yes.

Tara pitched and I couldn't help but turn as I hurriedly wore a fitted black jean. "This meeting is very important ladies." It was all I could say before returning to the mirror. I wore an ash T-shirt so only my forearm tattoos were visible. "More important than us?" "Unfortunately, yes." I mumbled with a tiny smile, admiring my ebony skin. My honey irises seemed to be dull perhaps due to my worries. "You see, Green is going to wage war on all communities tomorrow onwards. One that has never happened in history." I said whilst brushing my low cut hair.

I will be the wife of the wealthiest and the most influential youth in my country. This has always been my ultimate goal and I’m about to accomplish it. I feel like I’m going to die of excitement right now. “So, you have finally won” Seven announces as he walks into the living room with a glass of orange juice and give to me. I hastily gulp it down in one go and when I’m done, I place the glass on the table and look at Seven who has on a bewildered expression. “The hell!” “More please” “I’m just going to get the entire jar of orange juice for you”

The two continue drinking while chatting about any random things that can come to their mind. ........ While they are engrossed in their conversation they lost track of time and they didn't even notice that they also drank several amounts of wine. Without their knowledge, there are keen eyes who didn't left in their direction. Because they are not used to drink numerous amounts of wine they now felt light-headed. " So where do you plan to apply for your first job after our graduation?" Squinting a little Liz suddenly asks. "Me...I was dreaming of becoming a part of Stanley Manufacturing..but I am not sure if I can or was it only a dream. But I will try to apply hoping I would be chosen, just