Blueberry X Red Novels & Stories

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

It was amazing craftsmanship and Aegeus was mightily impressed. The blue potion was for healing wounds of all kinds in less than ten seconds! No matter what kind of injury it was, the blue potion was the answer. While they didn't know the names of the potions, Aegeus and the others called the Blue Potion a Quick Heal Potion. The Red Potion had a different effect. The Blue Potion was a healing potion alright. The red however, was a Power Boosting potion. The main reason the Silver Wolves called it Berserk Potion because that was exactly what it wa. Gulping down the Red Potion increased the user's strength - but at a cost. As time wore on the user would become increasingly violent and soon sli

Ayla asked with curiosity. "That's impossible, Ayla. If the red string is broken, their connection will break as well. Lucien shouldn't feel his connection with Ysobella, the same thing goes with Ysobella," said Nana. "But how did Lucien know that Ysobella is his mate?" asked Mama Melly. "Perhaps because their connection is stronger than we thought; along the way, both of them developed mutual feelings for each other; if the two of them acknowledged their feelings for each other, their string will eventually reconnect," Ayla explained.

Drishti said, pointing at the two. "How does that matter? Red is just red," Shravan said, buttoning up his shirt. "No way. Red is not just red. There are different shades of red, like apple red, garnet red, scarlet red, wine red, blood red, merlot red..." "Okay, okay. That's enough. Go for the cherry one," Shravan said, choosing a random one offhandedly. "Oh! But wouldn't crimson red look better on me?" Drishti said.

I am not ready. I can smell Aspen’s woodsy pine scent and I can tell it appears to Terra more than usual, but there is another smell demanding our attention. It’s mint and blueberries and Terra is demanding I look into the crowd to find who is letting off that scent. I find the combination weird as I would never mix the two and it doesn’t sound like they would taste good together either.

Nine Years Later Red. It is everywhere, drenching the room in its rich, provocative splendor. Red, like the taste of dark cherries and the burn of vintage wine. Red, like whispered temptations and silent threats lurking behind polite smiles. The color of love and war. Of passion and destruction. Of blood.

"This ruby? Silas promised it to me. You’re just wearing a borrowed crown. You think you're special? You're just a charity case in a fancy dress." I felt the tipsiness from the champagne turn into a cold, hard focus. I looked at her pristine, million-dollar white gown and then at the full glass of dark red wine on the table next to us. "You know, Sandra," I said, my voice steady and sweet. "You're right. Red is a very difficult color to manage. It's so... permanent." I reached for the wine, and with a "not-so-accidental" flick of my wrist, I tipped the entire glass onto the front of her white silk.

Empty. But on the floor just beyond the doorway was another letter. No footsteps. No sound of retreating. Just the wind and the letter, like it had been dropped from the sky. Hands shaking, she picked it up. This one had no name. Inside was just one line: > You waited too long. Elara’s breath caught. She looked outside. And for the first time, she saw the sky was no longer gray. It was red. A deep, unnatural red bleeding across the clouds like someone had spilled blood across the heavens. And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon.

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.