Charming Red Novels & Stories

Sure enough, the next time I saw Donna was on Fremora's news. She was wearing the wedding dress I'd once bought her, hunched over, muttering my name on loop. "Hector... Hector..." Didn't matter what anyone asked—she ignored them, stuck on repeat. Her hair was a matted wreck. The dress was filthy, ripped apart like it had been clawed to shreds. Blood streaked the corner of her mouth. Her arms and legs were covered in scars—fresh ones layered over old. Looked like she'd been taking hits for a while.

He laid the garment bag on the kitchen island and unzipped it. Deep red silk. Floor-length. Long sleeves. A high collar. Sophisticated and serious and the color of something with intention in it. "This," he said. "You chose a dress for me." "Yes." "Why." He looked at the dress. He looked at me. "Because the champagne says I am easy to charm. The green says I am composed. The red says something else." "What does it say." He zipped the bag back up. "Wear it and find out," he said.

She greeted the girl with a hug and approached Harmony, who contrasted with her friend in everything, starting with her very dark hair, which was loose and styled in waves, going through her makeup, with the biggest highlight being the red lipstick, and ending with her outfit, completing the pin-up style look: a strapless white dress with black polka dots and a flared skirt, with a yellow patent leather belt cinching her waist, and a pair of peep-toe shoes with all three colors on her feet. If Kitty and Kath had lived with male tyranny from an early age and, for that reason, had ended up finding each other when assuming dominant positions in their relationships, Harmony, on the other hand, h

~ Nikki ~ We are sitting at the railing, overlooking the stage, with no obstruction of our view, whatsoever. Overhead, the red-and-white-striped, billowy awnings—with their accompanying small-bulbed, string lighting—create a Big Top effect that’s enchanting. Everything is red. Strikingly red. Almost a deep crimson that is sexy and seductive, rather than that cheesy, middle-of-the-road red that just screams Valentine’s barfed all over, and it’s not a pretty sight. Know what I mean? Maybe not. I have a thing about red, I guess. It can look dated, like… 1980s taffeta bridesmaids dresses with those tremendously puffy sleeves and ginormous bows on the butt, and the sickly sweet color that seems f

The one with the cherry and vanilla scent. I accessed her. From her neat and manicured, polished toe nails up to her smooth skin and thighs, to the tight green dress she was wearing and the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders to her waist. Red hair. She had pretty captivating green eyes and cherry red full lips. She had small nose and the tiniest dots of freckles on her face. She had the kind of mesmerizing beauty that piqued my interest and that happened very rarely. And she was staring at me.

I didn’t want him to go alone at all. Call it marking my territory, or whatever you want, I couldn’t deny Mav’s authoritative presence and intense charisma. Women were drawn to him, and the thought of them flocking around him ignited a possessive fire within my wolf. “No, he’s ours alone,” she snarled, her voice laced with malice and jealousy. I slipped into the red dress. The silk fabric flowed over my curves, clinging to my waist, the bare back revealing my smooth skin. After applying red wine lip gloss and styling my hair into bouncy waves, I was pleased with the result. I looked like an enchantress.

A beautiful lady in a red short gown emerged from the car and looked at the building with a serious look on her face. She was stunning like a bride. Red was never her favorite color but she had to embrace it because it was what the devil wanted. "You should at least smile. We're here just as you requested," Charles said with hints of excitement in his eyes. Jasmine turned at him and hissed. "After what you did to grant my request?" She asked. "Oh... oh that? I thought we both enjoyed it. Because I can still remember your moaning sounds in my ears up until now. You were begging me not to stop," he said and winked at her which only made Jasmine hiss.

What could she share of herself? "My favorite color is red," she tried. He blew out a little huff, half frustration, half amusement. "What shade of red? I know you're an artist, so what shade of red?" She considered the question seriously. He was right. There was a multitude of reds, countless subtle changes in the tone of the color. "A red that's somewhere between burgundy and black cherry." It was as close as she could get to describing the shade she meant. "Sounds nice. I like red, too. More like pale pink, like your lips." This last bit was murmured as he slowly lowered his head and kissed her.

RED Handsome, wealthy, intelligent, and noble, with six-pack abs, and single. That is how the majority of people characterize me. That's right, you read it correctly. I am the epitome of wealth and perfection. But I'm a young master who isn't easily seduced by any woman. Especially if she is the sort of woman who enjoys drinking and going to bars, and especially a woman who wants to use me as a bargaining chip. I won’t be easily seduced by those hot cheeks with hot thighs, but I can't deny that sometimes there are women who catch my attention. However, when I learn more about their lifestyle, they immediately turn into a huge red flag in my eyes.

"What kind? Even for winners like them?" Charlie shrugged. "Haven't you heard? Her home state just went red, and if memory serves, she's the other color."