Book Red Zone Novels & Stories

~They asked me for drugs, so I told them about your eyes.~ There is an 8 hours time difference between Manchester and Seoul. It was almost 6pm in Seoul, so in Manchester it was 2am. Since it was the weekend and after playing night football with friends Zion came home late. He planned to stay awake at night and watch some pending seasons on Netflix. He took a long and warm shower. It calmed him down as his muscles relaxed under the moderate pressure and warmth of water. It is spring, still nights were cold but his heart was colder.

Kathleen replied. At the office, I reported the results of my business trip to my boss, Gordon Zink. Before I could finish, Gordon seemed a bit impatient and cut me off. "Hendrix, following the company's research, we need you to go outstation tomorrow." I was stunned. I had just gotten back, and now they wanted to send me out again. In my head, I cursed my capitalist boss a thousand times. But I held it in for the sake of my livelihood.

'I am already prepared for these things. Just forward his hand towards Rose, which she held and stood up from the chair. "That's great if you know what you are doing and don't forget I’m always there for you, just one call away from you." Justin said while walking beside Rose and heading out of the building. “Boss, the killer Red Rose is becoming secretive day by day. We couldn't get its moment at all for three months.” Alex and Henry were sitting in Alex's cabin, and Henry was annoyed with the case of Red Rose. This case made their life hell which hasn't arrived yet and there is no progress for the past three months.

Red lights bled across the pitch black walls. The man at the entrance smiled politely. "Band Color?" Zane's eyes drifted to the tray the man gestured at. It laid out three options for the doms. Red. Yellow. Green. Zane brows furrowed in thought. Red meant he wasn't interested in anyone at the club and brought someone else to enjoy privately. If he had a sub with him, and he chose the red band, his sub would be given a white one--which signified, taken. Clearly, Zane came alone and so that was out of his options.

"It's not just a place, Ria. It's a wound. A place where the veil between worlds is thin." His words were like a punch to the gut, confirming her worst fears. The Crimson Zone was not just a geographical location; it was a tear in the fabric of reality, a gateway to something dark and malevolent. It was a place where the laws of nature were warped, where the boundaries between the living and the dead blurred, where the past and the present collided.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

Silas stared at the three guys in front of him. "According to this book written by our ancestors and kept by the Queen and King, Red Woods is the last empire of living vampires nowadays. In short, we are the last vampires standing. Decades ago, Red Woods is divided into five regions: Auburn of North, Cerise of East, Vermillion of Metropolis, Carmine of West, and Carnelian of South. We are now at Vermillion." He flipped the book, showing the map to Jet and Raze while pointing at the regions.

He ordered. I’d been craving McDonald’s for the past few days but I didn’t have enough money to satisfy my cravings. And now that I was finally getting a chance to satisfy those cravings, I was having second thoughts about telling Aziel what I wanted seeing as the closest McDonald’s to his place is about forty-five minutes drive away. “Red,” he said calling my attention to him. “Tell me what you want.” “But it’s…it’s far.” “That’s not something you should worry about.” His thumb and index held my chin and slowly he lifted my head, our eyes locking on each other. “What do you want to eat, Red.” He said in a calm voice, a complete contrast to his usual cold and distant voice.

Its been a week and Mr. Red has been in the office every day of the week. I was promoted to Market Director and I remained on my floor, I just got an office and I knew it was because the boss favored me. The girls were still planing this girls' night and I was dreading it. Everyone finally knows how Mr. Red looks. Seven days and en-counting since the release and the press has been at the front door ever since. Mr. Red this and Mr. Red that. Mr. Red has won rewards but it was never collected by him, always by Denver.

One I hadn’t heard in six years. I pulled it out. The screen flashed a single name: Julian Thorne. Randell’s biggest rival. The shark of Silicon Valley. I answered it, my eyes locking with Randell’s one last time. “It’s V,” I said into the phone, my voice loud enough for the whole room to hear. “I accept the offer, Liam. I’m free. And I’m ready to burn a kingdom down.” I hung up, turned my heel, and walked out, leaving the door wide open behind me.