Always Red Novels & Stories

"What's wrong, Ruby? Embarrassed to admit that to me?" "A little." She ducks her head, breaking our gaze. "Don't ever worry about being embarrassed with me, Ruby Red," I say the words, and I know this woman is always going to be my Red. She'll be my passion, the desire to be around her, the color of her lips. "Ruby Red?" She grins over at me. "That okay with you?"

T‌oo inn‍ocent. I f‍ound i‌t‍. Red. Not bright c⁠herry red.‍ Dark r‌ed. Bl‍ood red.​ The color of‍ violence and pass‍ion. It was silk‍, strapl​ess, with a slit tha‍t went u‍p to the t⁠hig‍h. I pulled i‍t out.‍ "This one,"‍ I said.⁠

Something was about to happen but what. “I guess it is time, my King.” Mercy pulled him out of his thoughts. He gazed at her and she gave him a tight smile. "Tell me who started this stupid custom?" Vladimir mumbled in a bored tone as he looked at the females dressed in different shades of red at which he barely managed not to scowl at them. Red was known to be the most desired color for a Vampire. Exotic yet enchanting. But seeing all the women dressed in red probably in trying to appear somehow appealing to Vladimir, the color lost its charm.

she asked, pointing her eyes straight into the perspiring hourglass-shaped container. Arissa went to look at it and scrutinized its contents. “I don’t know, ” she shrugged her shoulders. “A semi-liquid filling perhaps?” “It is crimson red, ” Amanda pointed, remembering how the Vitalis Master used to mention the color in their second meeting days ago. “Yeah, speaking of which, ” Arissa straightened and then closed the fridge. “The Family loves the color red. Almost all interior of the rooms here have that shade of color.” It sure looks like it, Amanda voiced in her thoughts. From the carpet, to most of the wall painting, and to every piece of furniture, the red shade was ever present.

Red, the color of violence, rage, war, blood, the hue that defines passion, love, tenderness, lust astonished but sustains Brian McCoy’s personality splendidly, although I grant him more like a grey or black color guy, just like his disguises and cold behavior he carries all his life.

“But your heart is sincere, doc. Maybe because you've helped a lot of people in your past? You saved their lives so that's probably why you have a good aura color.” Whether it was true or he was just making it up I didn't want to believe him too much. “If it's Alpha Jayden, he has the red color.” I didn't ask him to read Jayden but he took the initiative on his own. Hm, let's listen to what he wants to say this time. “Why is that?” “The red aura color is as rare as white and black. When someone has red aura, it means that his heart has bad intentions along with his deeds.

And my wolf finally spoke to me for the first time since I planned to break my red string. Beautiful... ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

MIRA It’s the day of the party. Two boxes, alongside bouquets of flowers lay innocently on my doorstep. Both has little sticky notes on them. One’s from Adrian, the host of today’s event. It’s red color. Long flay with a height thigh slit at the side. An overly open chest. I’m sure he knows my favorite color is red and so he doesn’t hesitate to send an expensive dresses in red. Only now, I can see him for the snake he is.

Adrian’s POV Red was such an interesting color. It represented danger, blood, fury, hell and anything that could cause someone to lose their life. It was also interesting when it was all I could see in that moment. If he had as much made contact with even as little as the hair on her skin, he was going to bloody pay. As if he hadn’t done enough to her already. Taking my words as seriously as I meant them, the fucker finally retracted his hands. “I was not going to hit her. She’s my daughter, Adrian.”

His eyes were very wild, and he gave off a very cold aura that caused Goosebumps to appear on the skin of the guards escorting him. “You called for me, boss.” The man asked in his deep baritone voice that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. “I need your help with him, Red.” Fred said. Red face brightened up with a smile. He had been given a job he loved doing the most. Red was once a partner of Fred during his day’s as a soldier. He was one of the most brutal people Fred had ever met. He was given the name ‘RED’ in the battlefield cause of the way he was always bathed in blood after coming in contact with the enemy.