Charming Red Novels & Stories

Sean and Martin both glared down at him, offended. Just then, a sweet fragrance filled the air, and in the next moment, Violet stepped into his line of vision. She hadn’t changed a bit. Her fiery red hair was coiled into a loose bun with loose soft tendrils caressing her cheek and sawn-like neck. Her violet eyes were wide and luminous, vast enough to hold a world of secrets, dreams, and magic. And the curve of her red lips, delicate and full, reminded him of blooming rose petals.

I crave for his touch in my sleep, in the office, whenever I set my eyes on him basically. I really really like this one, and it's so embarrassing. I rushed home to get ready because I'm very particular about how I look around that man these days. Red and black seems to get him in the certain type of deranged mood that I want him to be around me always so I've been incorporating those colors especially. I'm now more of a red lipstick girl when I've flexed nude or something lighter for years.

Charlotte asked. "Of course. Their designer, Maverick Styles, is really into a vibrant red this season, so almost every new piece incorporates that color," Candice said proudly. At her words, Charlotte's expression faltered for a moment, and the other socialites exchanged odd looks. Charlotte smiled faintly. "Red is so festive… Now, everyone, come try the afternoon tea we've prepared today." One by one, they nodded, took their seats, and began enjoying the treats. Just then, Candice felt a piercing gaze from beside her. She tensed. "Mrs. Farrow, what… what's wrong?"

And then, like a flash of light through heavy clouds, my phone lit up with a text from Charlotte. Can’t wait to see you tonight. I booked the car for 6. Should I wear black or red? My heart practically jumped out of my chest. I smiled, all at once feeling like a teenager again, giddy and overwhelmed. Charlotte. My beautiful, unpredictable, electric Charlotte. God, how she had managed to carve her way into my world like a knife through satin, and now everything felt different. Lighter. Dangerous in the best way. I replied quickly. Red. Always red. But I’ll love you in anything. Then, hesitating just a moment, I added, Dinner and the gallery, then maybe something sweet after?

I most definitely didn't hate him but did I- Suddenly, I was grabbed by my hips and my legs went around Narc's waist snapping me out of my thought. I stared at his eyes. Red fucking eyes. The Martinez gene. It was unbelievable that some people could even possess the eye colour red but him and his family was living proof that It's possible. Red was most infamously known to be the colour of anger and in his reputation, he had the worst anger temper I have ever seen before. Never have I ever thought of it as love because it could potentially be like that. Guess it will always be some sort of fucking mystery.

Instead, it cascades in soft waves down her shoulders and back right down, nearly reaching her hips. And those lips of hers look like the most beautiful and tempting sin in the world, with red lipstick matching her dress, in contrast to her ivory skin. Lips that look so delicious and kissable. Fuck, why am I her damn boss? If I thought blue is her colour, I totally underestimated the effect red could have on her. Blue is beautiful and suits her very well. Red is like THE colour for her. Showing the fire, she really is, in the most sinful way imaginable. Now I wish I had bought her everything in red, even if it would torture me.

Martin immediately said, "That's her? I'm getting out of here!" He abruptly stood up without allowing Charlene or Jeremy to speak. Then, the most incredible thing happened. Charlene saw her daughter walk past Martin. Charlotte was in a gorgeous red dress, and her frame was almost the same as when she was in her college years! "Charlotte?" Charlene said under her breath. She also noticed how Martin had stopped in his tracks to study Charlotte. His mouth was open, and he was leering at Charlotte. Martin even went far, licking his lips at the sight of Charlotte!

"This will do the trick." It's deep cherry red.

"Don’t you think it's a bit too much I mean a bit revealing?" "Not at all Elara boo, it's perfect and elegant and let's not forget it's red," she said with a mischievous smirk I raised a brow. "Really? And what's so special about red?" "I don't know.” She shrugged. “most guys like the color red on a woman.” My body stiffened at her words. Damien. Damian likes red. He had once told me I looked good in red, he had said it made me look hot like fire.

His smile is actually contagious and I can't stop returning the same greeting. Looking at him now, I can finally understand why he is called an epitome of a prince charming. He always carry a light expression on his face and he carried himself with so much elegance and respect. No wonder women in this town flock to him. "Ysobella... we meet again," he said as he reached his hand for a handshake. I was about to reach for his hand but I was stopped by Lucien. I pursed my lips and my eyes narrowed. What is with him?