Always Red Novels & Stories

The simple touch felt like an electrical current, forcing me to hold perfectly still, to wait. “Rule for the weekend,” he said, his voice low and calm, the same tone he uses when he’s negotiating nine-figure deals and ruining lives before breakfast. It was the voice of cold, absolute authority. “You have no name. No sight. No decisions. No safe word except red. Everything else belongs to me. Nod if you understand.” Red. The most common color, the color of blood and passion, yet the word that would stop the world. I nodded so fast the collar shifted against my skin, my eagerness unmistakable.

Not ever. ---

Oxygen is sucked from my lungs, color is sucked from the room. The only color I see. Is red. Red. Red. On my fingers. I see red.

I held up the two bottles of wine. “Oh, you didn’t have to bring anything.” She closed the door behind me and I followed her through to the kitchen. I could smell something good cooking. Ruby went to put both bottles into the fridge. “The Red’s better kept at room temperature.” I tried not to sound like a snob, although I probably failed, miserably. “Oh?” She took the red wine back out of the fridge and placed it on the kitchen counter. I couldn’t help but notice how awkward Ruby was acting around me. She was nervous. I could hear her heart beating rapidly.

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The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

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.

“You’re one extraordinary person, Aya. You’re scared of ghosts, but when you saw the snake, you did not even scream.” I took the bottle again and poured a little into our glasses, hoping it would warm our bodies. “You did miss me,” Red said, pulling the bench to the center and sitting down. “Miss you, when?” I asked, giving him the glass. Red sipped the liquor and placed the glass on the railing. “When I went on a business trip.” “I did not,” I lied. “You did!” He smirked, showing me the drawing pad. “You wrote it here.”

Her eyes wavered under his cold gazes "Red is for Anger . Red is for Destruction . Red is for Passion . Red is for Blood and attention . Red is for Power and Red means strong . Red is for thirst And Red means Danger also" . . .... ,, Abhimanyu whispered each words in her ear and she squirmed under his presence . Abhimanyu stopped and moved away from her . Her Adam apple was bobbing up and down fastly . His eyed her throat and his loud throaty groaned filled the room but also made her to jump in fear

"Not because it's the colour of your enemies when they bleed?" He was trying not to smile, I knew he was. "No, it's not because of that." "Then why?" "Is this your next question?" I nodded eagerly, and he hesitated. "I like red because it's the colour of the first ever gift I remember getting. It was a wallet, of all things, from my grandfather when I was seven." Armani reached into his pocket and pulled out a black wallet, then unzipped a compartment and unveiled a pile of faded red leather that was covered in cracks.