Orange 7 소설 & 이야기

I said shyly, hugging Niali closer to my chest, “one or two of you could’ve come. There’s really no need for all of you to follow me.” “Nonsense, Ms. Ali,” Malix replied immediately, adjusting his jacket. “Besides, we heard there isn’t much grocery stock left in the estate. We’ll fetch some supplies while we’re here.” Before I could respond, Orange’s eyes suddenly sparkled. “Oh, look—there’s a pretty chick over there. I’m gonna get her number. Wait here—ah!” He barely took a step before Dexter smacked his shoulder again. “Dex, why do you keep hitting us?” Orange whined, rubbing the sore spot dramatically.

A lady selling fruits said. Ayesha's mouth instantly waters when she saw the small and round oranges in front of her. The bright orange color of the fruit makes it look so appetizing. But even though she likes them, it's a pity she doesn't have money. She doesn't even have a single copper let alone a silver which is equivalent to 100 coppers. "I'm sorry but I don't have money, ma'am." She shook her head and refused politely. Her eyes still glued at the oranges.

I took out the medicine bottle, which the pharmacist immediately took. She typed the name into the minicomputer. "Uhm, Miss, is that medicine orange?" I simply asked. "No, Ma'am. It's pink." She also returned the bottle to me. I was glued to my place, "But it was orange when my husband bought it. Here it is." I opened the bottle and showed the orange tablets in there. She frowned and took the bottle, took out a few pills, and sniffed them some more. "I'm sure the tablet of this brand is pink, so how did it turn orange?" she curiously asked herself.

"Oh no" *************

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

Roselyn: Aahh. Awkward silence. Roselyn: What's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Sorry? Clears the throat. Roselyn: I said, what's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Oh. Its pale orange. Noises made by other students spread. Roselyn: I'm sorry WHAT? Joslyn: Pale orange! Rose/Kate: WHAT ORANGE? Joslyn: PALE ORANGE! Still unable to hear anything. Teacher arrives, and we excuse ourselves. End of story.

I say trying to calm her. Elsa and I are more than friends. We are more like sisters, we both stand at a height of 5'9 with golden hair, the only difference is our eye color. Hers are a light brown shade while mine are a very deep shade of green. Most people think we are sisters but we are both just two orphans that met one faithful day, fell in love with one another and became inseparable ever since. My mind is brought back with a mocking laugh behind us, I turn around and find Samuel.

The wind howled like a mourning widow. It swept through the hills of Clan Seven, sharp as a blade, carrying with it the scent of pine, frozen bark, and the stench of blood. Orion crouched low on the tree line, the crisp edge of winter biting at his bare forearms, but he welcomed the sting. Pain had long become a comfort, one of the few sensations he still trusted. Before him, a stretch of white snow lay untouched, serene. Except it was only an illusion; there was nothing serene about it.

Her pose was deliberately provocative. Julian suddenly entered the frame. "Like this..." His fingertips slowly brushed over her arm, then her shoulder, then down toward her collarbone. Light as feathers. Teasing. Vivian's face flushed. "Julian..." "Good." Julian praised her as he pressed the shutter. His throat moved uncontrollably. The phone burned my hand like a hot coal. I dropped it, stumbled into the bathroom, and vomited until there was nothing left. As if I could somehow vomit out all the disgust and revulsion in my chest.

There were likely people who had reached the Earth Realm; he just hadn’t met them yet. “Are you okay?” Vital Orange asked seeing that Mane was nodding his head and opening his mouth. His words woke Mane up and he blushed slightly. He had forgotten where he was and ended up making a fool of himself. “Pardon my lack of decorum,” Mane apologized. Then he looked at Vital Orange and mumbled, “Status” Name: Vital Orange Age: 49 Physical Attributes – Strength: 7.9 Agility: 6.5 Stamina: 7.1