Blood Red Love Novels & Stories

His face and deep red eyes invaded my subconscious. At one point my restless dreams turned into nightmares. Images of Crimson begging me to forgive me. His body bleeding out on the snow-covered ground as my words of rejection rang out repeatedly around us. The look in his eyes was haunting, and even though I knew it was a dream, that it wasn’t real - It felt it. In the brightness of the snow-covered ground, I was powerless to watch as his blood pooled beneath him. The crimson liquid seeped into the white backdrop, saturating the ground. “I love you” He whispered as his eyes closed and silence engulfed me.

Blood is flowing down as the cut is deep……. I can't see but I know that the bed sheet is now ruined with my blood. Not virginity blood but my life losing blood. It must be looking red.. The colour of love and the colour of death…. Hugging his photo close to my heart , I kept remembering our time together that we spent until my vision started to get blurry making me know that I'm losing it. Finally I'm losing my life and getting the peace I wanted. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the darkness with a smile on my lips.

Her innocuousness was her biggest blessing and her most painful curse and he understood it really very clearly till now. Bending himself, he sat on his one knee in front of her. His eyes roamed all over her face. Her alluring eyes were closed but her eyelashes were wet. Her shimmering tears had dried up on her featherly soft cheeks. Her face and nose had reddened due to her tear stains. Her tender petal-like lips were glistening with tears. Her beautiful long hair had turned into a mess. She had dressed up for him in his favourite colour dress. She wore that colour red to paint his heart with the colour of her love but he ended up making her heart colourless. His darkness wrecked her and tha

Girl 1 exclaimed. Guy 1, amidst his friends' teasing, merely nodded sheepishly. After that, the group's interest in the strange deck skyrocketed. Next up to draw was Girl 2—she landed "Bonds of Passion," interpreted as romantic affairs. Girl 2, who harbored a secret crush, blushed beet red instantly, as the card usually portended many admirers at once. However, attentive viewers in the cinema hall noticed: the flowers on the card weren't bright, but eerie blood-red—flowers of the dead, exhaling an otherworldly chill.

She had expected this. “You don’t love me,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with sadness. “You only feel sorry for me.” Julia immediately shook her head before remembering that he couldn’t see the gesture. Tears blurred her vision as she desperately tried to hold them back. “That’s not true, Craig,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I fell in love with you from the moment I saw you. Back then, I didn’t even know you were blind.” She hoped he would hear the sincerity in her voice.

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She takes me into a dreamy spacious room. The room is well-ventilated. Everything that a one bedroom apartment could fit in is present in the room. It is clean, smells fresh, her jasmine scent still lingers in the room. However, there's one thing that makes my eyes squint; everything around me is red. Curtains, sheets, wall paints, pillows, all of them are red. I'm pretty sure her dresses are red as well, since I have never seen her wear another colour since we met. A vampire indeed. Obviously, she loves the colour of blood.

Or a vision? While she wept softly, the snow beneath her body began to turn red. It started slowly, spreading out gradually, marring the white snow and turning it to the colour of blood. Serena raised her hand and stared at the red drops dripping from her fingers. It was blood. She screamed out and snatched her hands away from the blood stained snow. The redness kept spreading around her, so vivid that Serena began to feel faint. SERENA!

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared the needle. “Just a little, Liam,” I murmured softly, steadying my voice though tears pricked my eyes. “Mama’s here. Just a little.” I pricked his skin carefully, drawing the blood into the thin glass vial. My movements were quick, practiced. But the moment I tilted the vial to the light, my entire body froze. The blood… it wasn’t the right color. It wasn’t bright red. It was darker. Almost black at the edges.

"You came out here because you know the truth. You owe me a debt you can never repay with money or a police badge." "So what do you want?" I demanded, my breath misting in the cold air. "Tell me what you want from me." Ronan reached out, unlocking the rear car door from the inside. The heavy door clicked open an inch, inviting me into the warm, leather-scented dark of his car. "Get in," Ronan said softly. "And I'll tell you what comes next." I stood on the pavement, looking at the open car door, knowing that if I stepped inside, there was no coming back. My mother’s life was bought. My debt was sealed. I reached out my hand, grabbed the handle, and pulled the door wide open.