Always Red Novels & Stories

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.

The red in them swirling mysteriously, giving off an eerie feeling. "You can never control me."

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."

This is not happening right now. Two dark red lines.

If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent red, etc. He asked me to wear RED but didn’t tell me the exact shade of red. "What are these for?" I heard Mom's voice. I tu

I silently listened to him, only a smile that crept upon my face. “It was no surprise you caught my eye. Red, you were dressed in, after all, has always been my favourite colour. It is the colour of my aura, radiating warmth and passion and unceasing energy. My undying flame, burning fierce and ferocious. I too was wearing my lucky maroon shirt.”

The smile dies. The air leaves the room. I scramble back without meaning to, my back hitting the headboard, and I press my hand over my mouth as the familiar cold sweeps through me, the same cold that comes every time, without warning, without mercy. The color red. Always the color red. I can't look away from it. I never can.