Pink Widgets の小説・ストーリー

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.”

Al Akira (The Pink pack): Third person pov: The Pink palace was made up of gold with all the gold furniture, gadgets, and clothing but even the gold had a pink hue in it. People who looked like normal humans had pink shaded skin. The pink faced slaves were carrying huge food trays to the dining area. The smoke coming out of piping hot food was pink. After placing those trays, a handsome man with a broad muscular build arrived in the room wearing only knee length shorts. His body was undoubtedly beautiful. His skin had a pinkish golden glow, the face had perfect features with glowing pink irises.

The room was decorated in pink and blue. The room was a wonderland of colors and creativity, perfectly tailored for the twins. On one side, the walls were painted a soft pastel pink, adorned with delicate floral patterns and whimsical fairy decals. The bed, covered with a fluffy pink comforter, had a canopy draped in sheer, sparkly fabric, making it look like a princess’s bed. Plush toys, from unicorns to teddy bears, were neatly arranged on shelves, and a little vanity set complete with a mirror and tiny stool stood by the window.

It felt good to be back here. The walls were a different shade of pink. On the northernmost part of the wall where the head of her bed was located was covered in a wallpaper with rose pink background and luscious fuschia pink flowers. The westernmost part where her windows were located was painted in the palest shade of pastel pink, almost the same shade as her window frames. The other side of the wall— her workspace and reading area was painted in carnation and every other shade of pink there was. It was mostly an outbursts of pink, her favorite color. She had maintained this color since she was a kid and she didn't see that love for the color dwindling anytime soon.

Richard said as they were walking to an ATM machine located next to the shopping mall. “Thank you,” Rebecca smiled. “Did mum buy it for you?” Richard asked. “Not really, I bought it last Christmas,” Rebecca replied. “Is red your favourite colour?” Richard asked. “Why do ask?” Rebecca responded. “I’m just asking,” Richard replied. “Pink is my favourite colour, what about you?” she asked. “I love black,” Richard replied. “That’s cool,” Rebecca commented. “I would love to see you wearing pink,” Richard said. “Really? Can I ask you why?” Rebecca said.

But when it actually happened, each time she bought something or the other for herself. Just the last time she won the draw, she bought a gadget that Mr. Jones had not agreed to buy it for her because, to him, it was a waste of money. He did not find it very convincing to buy a touchscreen phone for her when she already had the best phone with buttons. Now that the time was changing and Delilah’s rich friends owned the newly launched touchscreen phone which they did not buy, but their husbands gifted it to them.