Always Red Novels & Stories

She blinked. “What?” “Red. Not white,” I said, looking over my shoulder at her. “White is for brides. Red is for war.” Leni stared at me like I’d grown another head. “Red is for war,” she repeated, her voice flat. “Seriously?” I didn’t answer. She exhaled through her nose and paced once, then turned to face me full-on. “Okay,” she said, arms crossed, eyes sharp and unforgiving. “Let’s play this out. What’s the grand plan, Dusan? You parade me through the front doors in some crimson designer dress as your mafia bride, and then what?”

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

Charlotte and I flipped through the fabrics on the table near the sewing machines. “It has to be a bright color, right? Something that says, I’m having fun,” I said. I picked up a bolt of red fabric. “What about this one?” Charlotte shook her head. “Red means danger. You’ll give someone an anxiety attack.” That… was a good point. Red was the color of blood and stop signs and red flags. I lowered the bolt of fabric. “Blue is more relaxing.” Charlotte held up a bolt with a pattern of deep blue flowers.

Her face flushed and I was sharp to detect the anxiety rolling down to her face as a furrow. My cock felt the strong pulsation and blood circulation was high too. Once again she made me hard with my scenario of her being fuck by me. " You belong to colors, Cupcake. " I caressed her pale skin and she brutally flinched but relaxed against my touch. " Your whole life belongs to colors. Black is for me but the world's all bright colors are yours. Give me that color that doesn't belong to you. Give it to me. " I whispered before opening the caps of the colors.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Red _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He's getting warmer. I feel it every damn day, like a fever breaking. Thirty-eight days I've been watching this house, cataloging every detail, every shift in the air. And this warming? It's real, it's specific, and it's messing with everything I've been trying so hard not to analyze.

In a nutshell, it was absolute torture. So here I am, absolutely flushed and out of breath from running to work after waking up late. Again. I entered the restaurant I worked at and beelined to the locker room. The place was buzzing with activity since it was a Monday morning. I changed into our red T-shirt and ran outside to grab an apron. When I bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry..." I trailed off when my eyes met the gaze of my creep of a boss, Mr Crawford, and he did not look happy. I plastered on my usual fake smile.

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?

“You are lying. I didn’t hear you because you couldn’t speak. Something in St Patrick blocks you from being in my body.” Red. A red so deep and different from what I have always known. It was like fire orange or engine red, I didn’t know which. I only knew it was the most nerve racking thing I have ever seen in my entire life. The pure hatred in those gaze, I would have dropped dead if it wished it. I knew that as surely as I knew my own name.

Drishti said, pointing at the two. "How does that matter? Red is just red," Shravan said, buttoning up his shirt. "No way. Red is not just red. There are different shades of red, like apple red, garnet red, scarlet red, wine red, blood red, merlot red..." "Okay, okay. That's enough. Go for the cherry one," Shravan said, choosing a random one offhandedly. "Oh! But wouldn't crimson red look better on me?" Drishti said.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."