Dark Red Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“I’ve never seen it before.” I smiled, easing as I spoke about my work. “It’s called Middlemist Red, a rare one. It represents deep devotion… and extreme passion.” His eyes lifted to mine. “It must’ve taken a lot of time.” “I thought it was worth it,” I said softly as Marcus flashed through my mind his lies, his absence, the way he’d walked away without looking back. . “But it wasn’t.” “How do you mean?” His voice softened. “This design is beautiful.” A pause. “Elegant. Striking.”

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

One that could boil any man’s blood. “Fuck you, Alessandro,” she murmured before taking a sip from the glass. Red has always been her favourite colour. That's because there was something appealing and announcing about it that always made the male folk go beserk. And tonight, she was standing alone in the VVIP room with a red bodycon dress with a neckline so deep and cut out in the right places. With her cleavage and curves on display, coupled with how her pear shaped body looked in this bodycon dress, she was more than confident that she could pull this off.

"It's just a naked body, Nija." She handed me a long bag, and I eagerly unzipped it to see what was inside. Dear lord. A masterpiece. Art. Truly. A piece of art. "Wow," I breathed. "Yeah... You'll definitely stand out. Everyone else will be wearing dark red or black tonight, the colours of Wrath. But I guess you wanted something different. This will look perfect on you," Nija said. I glanced at the blood-red lipstick in my hand. This would go absolutely perfect with it.

She giggled. This bitch! "Yeah... Yeah." An awkward silence passed through. "So which did you pick so I'll get in touch with the designer." "Well, I ended up with the ashes, I mean grey!" "Grey?" Her tone lowered. "That's great. That's a really excellent colour. I mean It doesn't usually scream the usual Steele profound exquisite but it's okay." "O- Kay..." "Yes, it'll look good, I bet. It had a satisfying sharp dullness around it. Magenta, on the other hand, does scream a kind of calm luxury. Unique and unthinkable. Grey would do that too," I could almost see her shrugging as she said that.

Jenny turned back while stepping out. A devilish smile appeared in Austin's eyes while watching her make her way towards the bedroom. • • • Jenny opened the door when her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock. The bedroom is complete in red, damn. The room is decorated in red with some BDSM equipment. She looked around the room—it was completely red and horror-style. She blinked her eyes in confusion, and for a second she thought—she had come to some pub. There are red chairs and a huge bed in the color red.

"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? "

I wanted to just close it and respect his privacy, but curiosity go the batter of me and I found myself pushing the wooden door open. I hadn’t been inside in quite a while, and I could easily note the difference. He always had a fancy for dark tones and it was clear from the colour pallet that the inkling still remained. It was several shades of grey, black and navy blue in a maximalist style that suited his ego.

And a statue for a body—firm and strong. He had a particular scent that made me drip with intense desires. That musky undertone smell of red wine, with a little touch of blood. It made him desirous and disastrous at the same time. Above all else, he stood naked before us. I lowered my gaze below his waist. I let a lump of saliva down my throat when I saw his huge, long, and semi-erect cock. I had always wondered why girls wanted to seduce the Alphas, but now I clearly understood that it wasn't their fault.