Big Red The Book Novels & Stories

“I agree wholeheartedly, Your Grace.” * * * * Lindsay stood next to Barry in front of a clergyman as he read out of the Book of Common Prayer. Her grandmother had told her she’d be nervous today, but Lindsay wasn’t. Excitement ran through her veins, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Love blossomed inside of her, and each new day with Barry would only be an adventure, she was certain.

I didn't want to watch that unravel in front my eyes. While I quickly scuttle to my room, I find Ethel in the hallway. "Thank heavens I have found you. I have been looking for you." Ethel mutters gaining my attention. "There is something I think that might help." she pulled me to Evanna's study which was just at the end of the hallway. "Here," Ethel pointed at the covered big book with a golden cover. "Do you think it can help me locate the stone?" I ask anxiously. "I think so. This book has been with Evanna for as long as I know and I think it can help." she pursues her lips.

But the roses there were not the same, and nothing came close to my mate, who devastated me, the Big Bad Wolf, to end all others, without the slightest bit of awareness or effort. Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

"I'm glad that you found me and I'm glad you stuck around. Wolves are supposed to be dangerous but you weren't." I exhaled heavily, remembering the little talk that I needed to have with her. "Yeah, something bad could've happened to you, you know? Didn't your mom ever read stories to you about little girls who get lost in the woods?" I kept a playful edge to my tone, dropping subtle hints at Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. Ruby rolled her eyes dramatically. "I knew you were going to say that," she groaned. "The red jacket ... the basket of treats." Her cheeks heated with what looked like embarrassment. "So, you're not disappointed that you had to wait?" She double-checked, seek

On the other side rest big machinery all of which have red stains on them. Thick black doors makes up the right side of the wall that continue down the hallway all made from a type of metal that makes it impossible for anyone to break in or out of it. The stench of blood, grime, and urine hang in the hair and I take a big gulp, trying to swallow the bile that is coming up. Adair is well in front of us, walking dauntlessly without even taking a second glance at any of the red stains on the walls. Nick’s mouth is set in a tight line and he continues to glance at me behind his shoulder to make sure I’m okay.

Aleta, who had dark eyes like her mother, and dark hair like her mother, and it refused to be tamed and combed, also like her mother’s, would say, “But bedtime stories are the best. Won’t you please tell me one, Mama?” Marie often had things to do. There were dishes to be put away and dinner to be cooked and text messages to send to her husband, who seldom came home anymore. There were bags to be packed and an escape to be planned, but this made her smile, too. In fact, it made her nearly happier than anything else ever had, except for her sweet daughter. “Of course we’ll read. Which one would you like?” Aleta usually wanted stories about brave soldiers and clever girls and terrible, terribl

The woman who was able to give redemption to a monster would be cherished always. THE END

“What’s Ben got this time?” “2067 G wagon.” he replied between chewing, crumpling the burrito wrapper. “That was delicious, thank you. I’m gonna change then we’ll head out.” He kissed Emma and went back to his bedroom. Lucas kept a meticulously clean apartment. It was well decorated with beautiful pieces of furniture, that complimented each other well, and abstract yet gorgeous paintings and sculptures. The sun, still on a steady rise, only made the apartment feel more beautiful and alive. Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed.

He whispered. I sat on the ledge of the window, my eyes scanning the book I held in my hands A history of Cambiador. It was a stifling warm night, and I had the window open as I read about my family’s history and reign of the kingdom. The moon was full and almost at its peak and the light breeze cooled me down some. I was having a hard time concentrating on the print, my thoughts wandering to a certain cat called Crimson, then my promise to my grandfather. I should have never agreed to stay for another month. I could have been on the road to MacTire by now.

I look up, and I can’t help but leave my mouth open. “Through here,” Richard says, pulling me through the corridor into a massive living room with brown leather couches. They are big and look comfortable. Richard’s dad sits in an armchair reading the newspaper while Dylan and Fred sit together on one of the couches watching tv, and Jude is just reading a book. He has a pair of glasses resting on the tip of his nose.