Pink Widgets Novels & Stories

—and the words echoed in my head like they were meant for me. I bit my lip to keep quiet, but a soft whimper slipped out anyway. Jake’s other hand found my chin, tilting my face toward him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, lips parted like he was breathing through his teeth. “Take these off,” he said, tugging at the waistband of my panties.

'No matter how evil you are, Elixier my love, I'll always love you' I'm a black canvas. A paper pure white. And yes, I wanted to have color. I wanted somebody to paint me. Elixier did. But instead of coloring me with paint, he painted me with blood. Well I don't regret letting him do that. Red is a powerful color. Red stands out. Red is fierce. But fire is also red. That if it burns you, you'll turn black. Life is meaningless without him. I'd rather burn myself in the color of red in the flames as long as I'm with him, than be safe as a colorless canvas.

"Jasm..." "No! You don't leave me Greyson and I don't leave you remember? We look out for each other. I'm not leaving you" the determination was clear in my voice as I recited the promise we made to each other when we were kids. We had linked our pinkies under the moon and vowed to always look out for each other. There's no way I'd leave him behind, absolutely no way. His eyes softened as he stared down at me, pleading silently for me to obey. "You'll be looking out for me by leaving"

cut Ravi quickly as if Daniel cared about his pain. "I'm sorry." However, after that, Ravi was surprised when Daniel grabbed Ravi's wrist slowly and carefully. Ravi tried to ignore the burning pain, but he instantly forgot when his eyes quickly caught something miraculous appearing along with a tickling sensation along his arm. Fine tendrils shine on the skin, from the point of the pulse to the intersection of the joints. At the ends, it grows the shape of a leaf with white light and the next thing that makes Ravi gasp is how the picture of the flower blooms there, almost like the one in Raymond's hands.

There was a pink backdrop and also pink table clothes and a pink ruffled curtain emphasizing today’s theme. A glass of pink lemonade with white and pink straw was served and a plate of pink candies, pink coated chocolates, a pink cake with white and silver icing in the middle of the table with a glass bottle of pink and white marshmallows and packed pink gift packs and there were pink plastic cups, spoons, forks emphasizing the day's theme.

I expressed my gratitude as Pink took my belongings and guided me inside. "Goodbye, Mama Rose. We'll celebrate the start of our friendship now," Pink proclaimed before shutting the door. Rose waved her aged hand and chuckled on what Pink said. With the door now fully closed, I took in my surroundings—a spacious room with a large window that couldn't be missed. The window spanned from the ceiling to the floor and had two distinct sections: one colorful and the other black and white. There was a small table surrounded by four large cushions in front of the window, and one girl was already seated on a cushion, observing me.

They were here, he thought. Inside his own palace. It had been nearly comical watching them try every spell and bit of half-assed magic at their disposal to attempt to get inside. He'd eventually taken pity on the baby wolf's and just let them in. "Yes!" Pink had said when they'd succeeded in creating a small rift in the shielding. "I knew that would work!"

I pointed out, pushing the tablet gently back to him. “Is that so?” He said, meeting my eyes. I was fuming with anger, but I tried to calm myself. I will not cry in front of him, especially when Blake is not doing anything except banging the table. “You are only seeing pink in the design, but you seemed to forget there are fifty shades of pink.” I stood up. “Pink lace, piggy pink, baby pink, cherry blossom pink... Do I need to continue?” I asked. He scoffed. “And your point?”

I was standing in Aisle 4, staring at a box of Glitter-Puffs. They were neon pink, coated in a crystalline sugar that looked like it could power a small city, and featured a cartoon unicorn that looked high on its own supply. In the world of Oakwood Estates, this box was a war crime. We were a neighborhood of sprouted grains, kale-infused smoothies, and "ancient grain" puffs that tasted like lightly seasoned drywall.

She kicked the innocent ground to express her annoyance as she put on the mask per command. Pink gnashed her inner wall while paying attention to any possible movement. Her power; flower attribute; had generously distributed across the entire area. From high to low areas. Any sudden movement created by those people could be felt by Pink. The flowers were some kind of nerve that alerted her but wouldn’t pain her if they were destroyed or cut. That’s how fair her power was. “Jenny!” Jenny shut her mouth when Pink gave a low warning. Pink peeked at the royal family and their relatives.