Novel & Cerita Orange Series

“It’s David Beckham all over again.” Orlando joked. “Don’t joke, just distract me. I don’t want to scare her.” I replied. “Okay, your mother. Your sister. Your parents having sex. Baby poop.” “Baby poop?” I asked, not understanding why that was Orlando’s train of thought. Going from my parents having sex to baby poop. “It’s disgusting and smells terrible. I could smell some on Cyrus last time we were there.” Orlando said. Well, at least he had distracted me enough, so I could finally speak. “You’re the most beautiful and amazing woman I have ever met, Ariel. Nothing could change that. But please put the t-shirt back on, because I want to touch you so badly right now.”

Hindi niya maalala kung bakit ipinagbabawal iyon ng kanyang ina. Ngunit malinaw na may mahalagang dahilan. Muli niyang sinulyapan ang mapa. Hindi kalayuan sa bilog na marka ay may isa pang simbolong halos hindi mapansin. Isang maliit na code. OR-01 Nanlaki ang kanyang mga mata. OR. Hindi niya alam kung pagkakataon lamang iyon o may kaugnayan talaga sa Project ORION.

Tumayo siya mula sa sofa at isa-isang binigyan ang lahat ng piraso nito. "Lola! Tita! Tito..." sabay ikot niya sa paligid ng sofa, masiglang iniabot ang mga piraso ng orange. Ang kanyang pink na damit, na parang pang-prinsesa, ay lalong nagdagdag sa kanyang cute na anyo. Dahil kakaunti lang ang orange, tig-iisang piraso lang ang nakukuha ng bawat isa. Pero sapat na iyon para mapasaya ang mga nakatatanda. Pati si Rachel, na laging seryoso, ay napangiti sa unang pagkakataon ng gabing iyon.

Concern pa ring tanong ni Orange kasabay ng aking pagbaba ng aking iniinum bago ko siya lingunin “Hmm… Hindi ko pa masyadong kilala si Eclair, but I know she’ll be okay.” Pagtango ko para mapanatag si Orange. “I don’t think siya ‘yung tipong babae na pinapatagal ‘yung mga ganoong issue.” “Tinutukoy mo ba sarili mo?” Namilog sandali ang mata ko bago ako matawa. “Well, we’re kind’a the same kaya parang nasasabi ko, pero hindi rin naman natin alam kasi magkaiba pa rin naman kami ni Eclair.”

He woke up early para bumiyahe. Ngayon ang araw ng pagkikita nila ng founder ng Orbit. Orbit is a group of syndicate na malaki rin ang sakop. Isa sa mga trademarks nito ay ang carnapping and gun smuggling. Pero ngayon drugs at mga armas ang transaction nila. Usap-usapan na ang founder ng Orbit ay isang babae, pero katulad n'ya wala pang kahit na sino ang nakakaalam sa tunay na identity nito pati na ang mukha ng babae.

Joey says to me and I answer with a sharp nod before digging into the sweet-smelling food. A few minutes into the meal, I try to make conversation, “What part of Zorah are you guys from? I don’t know much about the geography of the place but I’d still like to know.” Thea answers first, as usual, “Well I’m from Corva, the trade capital, and so is West.” “I’m from Doran, a small, quiet place. And you?” Joey asks. “My mom’s from Orion so I guess I can say I’m from there too.” I answer.

He almost smiled in amusement at the sight, but instead he turned to Beau, who sat stiffly, caught in the silent war between them. "Good morning, Beau," Orion said, his voice low, gentled in a way that made Rey's eyes narrow into slits. "Good morning," Beau mumbled, gaze fixed on the empty plate before him. "What would you like? There are pancakes, scrambled eggs and freshly squeezed orange juice if you want," Orion offered, gesturing to the platters spilling over with food. Beau hesitated, eyes flicking to his sister, then back to Orion. His gaze caught on the plate in front of Orion, curiosity flickering across his small features.

"It can sense one's cultivation level. Only those who have reached the level of a martial lord can trigger a reaction. "The orb will glow in one of seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, or violet—each representing a different stage. Give it a try." Without hesitation, Chase channeled a thread of his true energy into the orb. Immediately, the transparent orb lit up with a dazzling white glow that was intense. "What's going on? Isn't it supposed to show a color—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, or violet? What's with the white light?" someone in the crowd asked, confused.

the beautiful woman in the Orange Team asked. “Because he begged me not to,” Vital Orange smiled bitterly. Although Orange Monk was smiling, Vital Orange was able to tell what his friend truly wanted. They had grown up together, but Orange Monk was less talented than Vital Orange, which was why although Vital Orange was a Predator, Orange Monk was only a peak Thrasher. And because of this he had remained within Vital Orange’s shadow for a long time. It seemed that the fight against Musclehead had rekindled his friend’s fighting spirit.