Code Red Novels & Stories

But I was. "So what is your favourite color?" He asked, breaking the comfortable silence. "Are you really going to do that?" I grinned. "Why not, since we are married I want to know more about you..you intrigue me." He spoke. The fuck. I'm not an animal. "How so?" I asked, playing his little game. It did amuse me. "You just do." He chuckled deeply. I furrowed my brows at his cryptic answer. I took another drag of my joint. "Red. That's my favourite color." Red like the fucking blood of everyone who pisses me off.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

Our eyes met, his smile faded, and he froze completely as he stood with his petrified mate and daughter behind him. "G-green..." He stammered, their hearts racing like sports cars but I kept my disgusted look. My eyes darted to his hand, the same one that took my mate's life. My anger peaked on a higher note and it only took grace for my hand not to make a move for his head. "Come closer." I ordered and tiny traces of tears hinted in their eyes. Yet they still yielded to my order. Taking slow and fearful steps towards me. "G-green---" "Don't call me that." I growled. "I am Red." I glanced across their faces and I knew they were ready to make a run for their lives at any chance.

But this time, there was a small message embedded in the code. Guess you’ve figured who I am by now. Did you like the rose?

His words caused thunder in broad daylight. …what? His friend also squatted down. He poked the red liquid on the ground and sniffed it. "Yes. It's animal blood. We're both hunters, so we're very familiar with this smell." He then glanced at Thea. "You didn't lie to us, did you?"

"Inspection of what? " "Colors. As you may have inevitably notice, we are surrounded with nothing but the color yellow. This is nothing like your world where colors combine. All is separated. With walls, borders, or lines. And no person with their designated colors are allowed to leave or enter another side of colors. Once spotted, you will be thrown to the place of outcast and lose the chance to visit the Outside world. Your world. Or they might take you in as slaves. Or worse, death. "I understood her words but it only arose more questions. "So you are not allowed to interact with other colors? "

If Calantha were here, she would be really astonished because this is the one which injected her. - An assistant took the pack of syringe, put it in the iron bag. Everyone was all busy with taking Marcus's sample. Finally, everyone got out except for Marcus, Dr.Mesly, Jim and the caretaker, Ronal. - "Although we haven't had the exact result, the percent determined that Mr.Marcus and that Omegle are suitable is approximately over 90%" Dr.Mesly said and laughed "This may be good for yourself, you ought to instantly seek for an Omegle that can help you solve your problems"

Adjusting Justus in his arms , Marcus glanced towards Rithambara only to find creases of tension on her forehead while her eyes were transfixed on something. "Your highness! I can see something bothering you? May I get to know what is it? " The pause was so heavy that Marcus felt that Ritha didn't hear the question and he was about to repeat when Ritha moved her heated gaze from the suspect towards Marcus and spoke with an identified determination, "Today, either truth would paint future's canvas or despicable red would be the only prominent colour " (Author's Note : here despicable red colour symbolises impure blood of the conspirators. Gosh! I was forever stuck on this line and kept pacing

"Analysis: Subject is attempting to write a Narrative-Layer over the Null-State. Logic dictates this is impossible. Narratives require a Foundation." "The Foundation is **Us**!" I roared. I felt a surge of energy that wasn't red, white, or grey. It was **Violet-Gold-Red**. It was the color of a bruise that was healing. It was the color of a sunset after a storm. It was the **Living Code**. I pushed back against the glass. Where my feet touched the obsidian shards, they turned back into soil. Where Sarah’s light touched the grey marble, it sprouted wildflowers made of sapphire and flame.

I came to realize that it was a habit of his. "You don't seem to realize this, Jane Doe," came his husky voice "but I'm quite interested in you". I felt my cheeks turn red that instant and eventhough I tried to be in control of my expression, I ended up smiling coyly. After what seemed like a decade, I made to say something but he continued. "I'm glad I made your acquaintance" he said "something tells me we're going to make the best of friends".