Always Red Novels & Stories

How would she handle it? I parked by the side of the road to calm myself. I should be happy that she has finally met the people that can bring her down. It's obvious that the moment she steps down, I'm coming in. No arguments. But I still cannot bring myself to live such a boring life without the drama that I witness every day. Just like the one I am seeing right now… in the mansion. Red has become the most common color in this house because it is almost every day we get to see blood here.

Until, “Red?”

***** [1] A mouthful of rice = just some metaphor or figurative speech [2] Black money = money earned illegally

“Not everyone has to keep his dick wet 24/7. Some of us have self-control.” “Yeah, but is that even natural for a wolf?” Micah asks, dead serious. “An alpha wolf? Are your balls permanently blue? Fossilized maybe?” “Just because some of us have more important things to do doesn’t mean I don’t get any,” I say, shoving him—harder than necessary. He just laughs. But the joke stings. Because they’re right. I have been on edge. Restless. Short-tempered. And every time I’ve tried to hit up a bar or find a one-night stand, my wolf loses his damn mind. Refuses to let anything happen.

NELLY Red. Some say that this is the color of love and passion, but for me it's more linked to desire, lust and David Bragança. The only man who has my devotion and loyalty. Yes, David is red and runs through my veins like the blood that keeps me alive. He is like my worst nightmares and best dreams. The memory of what we did last night flashes through my head, and once again I pinch my arm to make sure it's real.

Every time. Always.

She nodded. "Second, what's this?" I said, holding out a pink shirt. "What?" she said. "You put a red shirt in with the whites!" I said. "I told you the whites are whites and light colors!" "But, the shirt was light red." She said naively. My fists clenched. I was already loosing it "No, red is a dark color. Whites are white and grey, maybe. No red." I said angrily. "I sorry." Lucy said, sensing my anger.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

Red. "Yes, what's your phone number? I'll send it later I still have something to do.”

Red walks in, his hair disheveled, his face set in a deep frown. “My phone died, and I didn’t know what flavor you wanted,” Red said from the doorway. He wasn’t facing us just yet, he didn’t see the box that was on the countertop. I did see the chips he was holding. It was Todas alright, different flavored ones. None of which I liked. After hanging his coat by the door, he turned around, “I just bought everything so-” Red looked like he walked for miles. There was even a ring of sweat on the collar of his shirt.