Orange 7 の小説・ストーリー

Rain POV: "So how was it?" Owen asks, sitting down next to me on the couch, with a bowl of fruit. "What is he talking about?" I think to myself and look at him confused, but when he points to where his shoulder and neck meet and I see his mate mark, I understand what he is talking about. "It was good, he was sweet and gentle," I say looking down and feeling my cheeks get hotter, and I know that I am blushing. "Really? Rex, sweet and gentle? I never would've thought that he could be like that" he says with a look of surprise on his face and pops a fruit in his mouth.

Her brown eyes glowed with mirth, her dark hair shining brightly as she smiled, flashing her perfect set of white teeth, her canines glistening in the sun. She was beautiful. Her perfect caramel skin glowed in the sun, glistening with sweat as she fought against her opponent confidently, her movements fluid and swift. She wore her signature leather pants paired with a white tank top, flaunting her perfectly toned arms. Amaya Michealson.