Charming Red Novels & Stories

The rule applies to both gender, females inclusive. Red knows the agony of sitting back and watching Ayr vent out her frustration carelessly on anyone that comes our way. He just wants to get the taste of her body to the fullest and then leave her. He doesn't feel bad since she's already aware of his plan. He knows she is beautiful but her character is highly dislikeable. He wouldn't be caught dead dating an obnoxious harlót like this if it wasn't for the steady intercourse he was receiving. Red's patience ran out quickly than he imagined. He got a grip of her hands and teared away from the numerous kisses.

Still, I came up with a plan and stood calmly, taking the cup of blood to Morpheus' seat. Everyone held their breaths as I brushed a drop of the blood on my lips, leaving it glistening in scarlet like the most enticing of rubies. My voice was at once charming and dangerous as I spoke. "This offering is full of savagery and pain, but my darling…" As I looked straight at the ever changing shadow, it seemed to shudder as I finished. "Instead of making me drink it, don't you think it'd be more amusing to savor it in another way?"

I silently listened to him, only a smile that crept upon my face. “It was no surprise you caught my eye. Red, you were dressed in, after all, has always been my favourite colour. It is the colour of my aura, radiating warmth and passion and unceasing energy. My undying flame, burning fierce and ferocious. I too was wearing my lucky maroon shirt.”

I crossed my arms, casting him a reproachful frown. Aaron's eyes bulged. "I'm not flirting or anything," he dismissed quickly. "I'm just being friendly." I knew better than to think he was flirting. Aaron liked to think that he could charm people with his charisma. Sometimes it worked, and other times, well, let's just say he's fallen flat on his face more times than I'd care to count. The same bubbly barmaid came back to our table, placing down another bottle of scotch and a bucket full of ice. Aaron's face lit up with glee.

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.

In the meantime, Jasmine was contentedly snapping pictures with his phone, entirely absorbed and oblivious to the fact that Charlene was only a short distance away. Hey there, want to buy some candied apples? "Charlene turned around. The glossy, vibrant red of the candied apples caught her eye, and she felt a little tug at her heart. It had been ages since she last had one. With that thought, she glanced over at Jasmine. Sure enough, Jasmine was happily munching away on her own candied apple.

Chuckling, he spanked me several additional times before giving the go ahead to open my gift. I eased my hand over the smooth box, enjoying the feel of the crushed material. Red in color, of course. The color of enemies. Blood. And the color of hearts. Nestled inside was a thick silver choker, a single charm dangling just below. And the inscription? Forever my favorite bad girl...

I wanted to run my hand on it, feel the softness against my fingertips. “That is our 4inlove piece. Limited edition. Handmade by Mr McKenny himself in dedication to his late wife. He chose red because it is fiery, bold, and royal. He believes it is made for the most beautiful girl. And you are the perfect person for it.” The salesperson said from beside me, as I stared at the dress—-star-struck. The memory of Killian's note flashes in my head. He likes red—I noticed it. I wanted him to see me in this, I wonder how he would react.

I answered, bristling at Senator Carroll’s description of Charli. She was beyond pretty, and hearing the words from his lips made them sound inadequate. I fought the urge to tell him that Charli wasn't just pretty. She was ravishing, a spitfire with a mind of her own, who could tear him and any other condescending man to shreds. I'd warn him to approach with caution, because though she may appear tame, in reality she was almost too hot to handle. In her eyes she held her essence. They glistened with joy and love even when danger and pain surrounded her. Her beauty went further than her gorgeous exterior. She was enthralling and alluring.