Chinese Red Thread の小説・ストーリー

It was a delicate red string. "Just a string?" Caspian picked it up. After a closer look, he was sure that it was indeed a red string, and it seemed to be hand-woven. Although it was gorgeous, it was just an ordinary cord, and it was not any magic treasure. Moreover, it did not appear to be expensive too, Then, Caspian noticed at the ends of the delicate red string, and there was a buckle and clasp made of gold, which made it look extremely exquisite.

"You! How do you know that?" Darryl smiled and said, "The 10,000-year-old Chinese Redbud contains the extreme Yang energy. A careless mistake could lead anyone into a psychotic break. I can see that you're in pain. I have the Vigor Pill, which can treat your issue. I can give it to you after you let me go. How about that?"

I growled, "Did anyone ask for your opinion? You're nothing but a homewrecker! You have no right to speak here!" Nadine did not dodge or defend herself. Instead, she just held her cheek and gave Julian a wounded look. She whimpered, "Julian, what's happened to Delilah? Why is she acting this way?" "Delilah! Have you lost your mind? You're acting like a madwoman!" Julian exploded, shoving me so hard that I fell to the ground. Still recovering from childbirth, the fall caused intense pain in my abdomen, and I started bleeding again. I winced, realizing too late that I had not had a chance to clean up after my checkup.

Her lips pressed thin. She lowered her foot, then lifted it again, slower this time. She twisted her knee, angling her foot farther. The red thread sparked, pulsed, and dimmed, as if she were testing the invisible perimeter of a cage she could not yet see. The sight of it tightened something old and buried beneath her ribs. Red. Once before, it had been thread.

" it was made for me, what is this legend, I want to know." "The legend states that those who are united by this red thread are destined to become soul mates and will live an important story, no matter how much time passes or circumstances they encounter in life. The red thread can tangle, stretch, tighten or wear out, but never break; your destiny is and always will be to be together, never doubt it, and have faith in each other." Seeing this bracelet again, that memory came back to my mind, as if it was yesterday. END FLASHBACK

She checked and replied. “Description reads –The Red Pillow - A bundle of Red Silk Cloth used by distinguished matriarchs of the family. Dated around the 1930s and possibly of royal origin. Found at a historical site in Singapore, it promises to be a rare find. Likely to be a distinguished family heirloom.” I checked the image. It was red silk with faded images of Mandarin motifs of phoenixes. The thing that really caught my attention was the jaded exterior, like it had been exposed to elements of nature.

She hated that he was acting like a mouse now, as if regretting their intimacy earlier, and kicked him off the bed abruptly. “If you don’t plan to act like a man around me, you can scram out of the room.” She put on her invisible cloak of iciness, an act that made her feel positive about herself, but in her heart she knew that with the presence of the bond, nothing on her mind would ever be oblivious to him. The bond was a few hundred times stronger than before, and their red threads would now be impossible to break. In Dongyue’s culture, the Old Man of the Moon, Yuelao was responsible for tying red threads around the ankles of mortals to connect fated ones to each other. These red threads o

he sighs and grips my shoulders. “That ribbon you’re seeing is called a Red Thread of Fate, which means you’re Gabriel’s Fated. But you have to promise me right now that you will not mention it to him. Promise me right fucking now, Katherine or both of you will die.”

And my wolf finally spoke to me for the first time since I planned to break my red string. Beautiful... ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

"Don't look down!" Elion stepped onto the bridge. It swayed violently. "Cale," Elion said. "It feels loose." Cale stepped on behind him. He froze. He looked at the ropes. To Elion, they looked like hemp and nylon. To Cale, they were glowing. But it wasn't the usual black glow of a Death Thread. It was something else. A chaotic, jagged red line mixed with the black. Human interference, Cale realized. Amplified by Fate.