Always Red Novels & Stories

Not only did we make it to the end of the case, but we kept our red alive and it's stronger than ever. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heart beat. I know his world isn’t normal, but neither is mine. Hell, the Adair’s don’t back down from anything, and no matter what happens, I’ll stand with him shoulder to shoulder ready to take on the battles. There’s no one I’d rather fight beside and there’s no one I’d rather love for the rest of my life.

His teeth grind the more he stares at it. Red. Fucking. Roses. Of all the damn colors to send somebody, Tenz Jer'sey had to choose the one that makes his stomach churn and eyes sting. His fist tightens further. Red. The color that's supposed to be used by lovers.

He added. The hell. I’m not an animal. "How do you mean? " I asked, going along with his playful mood. It was entertaining. "You just do. " He laughed heartily. I frowned at his mysterious reply. I took another hit from my joint. "Red. That’s my favorite color. " Red like the blood of anyone who annoys me. He smiled and brought his cigarette to his lips. He exhaled a gentle puff, keeping it between his fingers. "What’s your favorite weapon? " He asked.

It has always been him, I have never for once thought it could be anybody else. There he was, looking like he just came out of the shower, with water dripping all over his hair, I couldn't but continue to stare like my life depended on it. Jake still looked the same. That same boy I had a high school crush on is right here looking at me like I was a stranger whom he just met.

Poured bourbon, not for taste, but ritual. Stared out the window. Lights of the city flickered like weak stars. Below, everything moved fast. Cars. People. Noise. But up here? Stillness. The kind that made you wonder if you were the only one left alive. I sipped and let the file play again in my mind. Red. It was always red. Not black. Not grey. Red meant final. Visible. Irrevocable. A warning. A signature. Victor had marked the man, and me along with him.

he bluntly said. "Then what?" She raised her brows. "A male golden wig is not so hard to find" he raised his perfect brows, and she smiled widely. "Awww... aren't you being so cool right now? I like when you act cool like this, but is red really your favorite color?" She suddenly asked. "I hate all colour, but my hate for red is less, cos it shares same colour with blood" he crazily replied. "Why do you hate all colour?" She asked.

And all boring till Lilies sent Raven the catalogue of their new collection, yet to be launched, asking if we wanted any pieces. We browsed through it and my eyes fell in love with a deep red perfectly tailored suit. "Oh," Raven breathed. "Oh, that's perfect." "It's red. To a wedding." "It's not white or ivory. It's fine." She was already arranging for it to be sent. "And it's stunning. You'd look incredible." I stared at the image. Red was bold. Red would definitely get attention. Red would make a statement. Red was exactly what Victoria would hate.

The slaves had brought out two full hanging shelves. One held clothes for me and the other for Nik. All of them were red in colour. "Why red?" I asked. "Red is a sacred colour for vampires," Nik said as he went through his clothes. I hummed as I went through the beautiful dresses.

He cleans himself quickly, hums songs, and exits the bathroom. He finds another note sitting on a package when he enters the walk-in closet. It must be a gift Ariadne had prepared for him, but where is she? Victor picks up the note to read. Happy birthday again, my Love... You will never be as young as you are today, so never forget to enjoy life. Red is a color that could be both positive and negative. It could be both Love and blood. I hope yous always mean Love, not the other. Hi again,

It just exploded out, wild and pissed off. Except, this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill shift. Nah. Her fur wasn’t the usual brown, gray, or black. Nope. She came out drenched in red—like, blood-red. The kind of red that makes you stare and forget how to breathe, burning crazy-bright under the moon. Yeah. The red wolf. The one from the stupid stories.