Always Red Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"Are you sure all the red ones I picked are exactly the ones you've stuck up there? " Judy asked the attendant of Prada’s lingering store who stood in front of the counter. The plump lady gave a half smile and said "Your partner sure loves red huh? " Judy giggled without a word. " It's obvious. Everything here is red. " the plump attendant added handing over the package to Judy who smiled and left the store. 'I can't wait to put it on for Gideon. ' she thought. 'He loves red, I'll give him red. ' she muttered to herself.

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."

Alec couldn’t speak in too much irritation and probably, anger. His eyes were so red, like the color of evil itself. The color of blood and war. The color of death. Yes, red can symbolize love like that of a rose. But it could symbolize many things such as what I have mentioned already.

Win told her, standing beside her to take a look as well. "That's not good." Adom muttered, standing on Alexandra other side. "Wait, is his coat black?" "It looks more like a dark brown." Alexandra answered. "Really? It looks black to me." Adom scrunch his eyebrows as he examined Guard clothes. "No it's kind of red. Like a brown red." Mike muttered. Win glared at him. "Red?! Are you all blind??" Prea screeched. "It's a coppery brown." "I agree with Alexandra." Pheuk cut in. "It's just a dark brown." Win gave Pheuk an incredulous look. "What?" He asked him. Win rolled his eyes in annoyance.