Always Red Novels & Stories

“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.

I also pulled his T-shirt off his body. “I like this red one. You should wear red whenever we have plans to fuck wild.” He said, his voice thick and eyes clouded with lust. “I’ll need your credit card then because I have in different colours and they’d be waste if I am going to wear red everyday because we fuck every night.” I replied boldly.

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.

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.

And right now, she has an annoying face that she always wears. "Yes. So, just finish up your lunch." I confirmed and stared at Red, who's singing while strumming her red guitar. I guess Red's favorite color is red. Everyone knows, Sam. "Oh, sure. Eat lunch while gazing at your RED." She let out and emphasized Red's name. And I think all my blood rushed to my face. "Alright, I'm just so right." She bragged and went back to eating her dessert.

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.

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off

he replied “Well, red is like my most preferred color, I do not have favorites” “Oh, please. Most preferred and favorite what’s the difference there? Red is your favorite color” I responded as he chuckled “Okay ma’am yes ma’am red is my favorite color ma’am” he replied “Good. But ready must red be in everything? I mean the car is red already and you still ensured the interior has shades of red. I for one cannot be obsessed with colors this way” I said as he chuckled “I am not obsessed with it. Well, I will not say I am obsessed, rather, I like to see things in that color” he replied

Standard Guardian work, but dangerous. "She's right, isn't she?" I asked quietly. Damian set down the tablet. "I didn't realize I was anxious about it until she said something. It's just been sitting there under the surface." "You're always a little bit scared before hunts," Elara said matter of factly. "But this time it's bigger. Tighter. More red around the edges." "Red?" I asked, pulling out my notebook. "Colors," Elara explained, as if this should be obvious. "Everyone has colors around them. They change when feelings change. Daddy's usually blue and silver but right now there's red mixed in."