Always Red Novels & Stories

Anonymous: 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 I felt a smile appear on my lips, the first genuine one I'd had that night. Finally! Someone agreed red was my color. I might as well play along; it would probably be the only fun thing I'd do tonight. I held my phone together as I typed in some words, but his next message halted me, and I felt a sudden shiver all over my body. Did anyone increase the air conditioner?

And I smile. "You will be fine." I assure her before giving her the clothes I brought. "Damn girl, red is your thing. You know I'd go for purple anytime." She says as she picks up the red t-shirt I brought. "Hey, red is sexy. Just wear it and see." I wink but I suddenly realize my mistake when her face falls for a second before the smile gets back. As if nothing happened. "Yeah. Bet I'll feel sexy." She says as she picks up the black sweats I brought. "No panties?"

“Everyone talks about what things look like, but no one can ever describe color right. They try, but it always sounds like poetry that doesn’t land. I miss knowing what blue feels like… what red looks like when it burns.” I hesitated. “Red looks… alive.” “Alive?” “Yes. It’s the color of anger and love… of danger and warmth. It’s… both everything and too much at once.” He smiled softly. “Sounds a lot like you.” My breath caught. “That’s… not funny.” “It wasn’t meant to be.” I looked away quickly, staring out at the blur of lights rushing by the window. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” “Why not?” “Because they sound real.”

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.

“You’re going to give me one before I touch you.” I swallowed. “Red.” “And colors. Green means you’re good. Yellow means slow down or ease up. Red stops everything. No questions, no anger. You use them. Understand?” “Yes.” “Say it back.” “Green means good. Yellow means slow down. Red stops everything.” He nodded once. “Good girl.” Then he moved.

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.

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.

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.