Glitchy Red Novels & Stories

asked Damian. “ No” replied Rick without wasting time. “ They say the only way to recognise her is by her hair. It is red in colour and it glows” said Damian. “ My sister's hair is brown so she can't be the one you are looking for” said Rick. “ What about the glowing hair?” asked Damian. “ Might be because she is a nature witch” replied Rick. “ You need to tell me if you know something. Her life is in danger. A very powerful demon king is after her” said Damian frustrated.

his friend asked, squinting up at the screen. “That!” he hissed, pointing. “The billboard — it… it moved. Like… it wasn’t supposed to move.” The girl laughed nervously, shaking her head. “You’re just imagining things. That’s what happens when you play video games during school time too much.” “No, seriously,” he insisted, voice low. “Even the ATMs! They reset. All of them. At the exact same second. This isn’t normal.” The glitch wasn’t just visual — it felt predatory, testing, watching. Then, just as suddenly, the distortion vanished. The model’s smile snapped back into perfect symmetry, eyes bright and empty, radiating manufactured joy.

I looked at his red eyes and suddenly, I smiled. "Let me go."

Pain still lingers in my body, but his presence eases something deeper, something unspoken. The system hums faintly, but the sound glitches, crackles, and cuts out again. A headache pulses at the base of my skull, rhythmic, annoying. “System,” I whisper, “run full…” Static slices through my mind like a wire snapping. “No… stable… crash… detected…” Dream notices my wince immediately. “Gloss? What’s wrong?” I open my mouth, but the glitch hits harder this time, like a jolt of electricity behind my eyes. I suck in a breath, gripping Dream’s hand tighter.

It sounded like something straight out of a typical Romantic Comedy, yet somehow Hollis made it work like she did with everything. “Call it whatever you want- but I’m a sucker for your gorgeous bright brown eyes.” Hollis smiled sincerely, and Whitney’s heart swelled. “When I was a kid, I wished I bought into shit like that. Favorite colors and lucky numbers, it would’ve been a nice escape but I had other things to worry about.” As she revealed more of her past, Whitney started to wonder if Hollis’ parents would be at the intervention tomorrow, hoping they’d skip it. “It’s really fucked up,” Hollis continued, snapping Whitney back to attention. “I feel so much better physically...but every ti

Monday - BITCH MOVED IN Tuesday - BITCH HIDES Wednesday - WHORES HERSELF Thursday - SHE DIES I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to say. I have no tears left to cry. I am stricken with a fear I have only felt once before. The fear you only feel when you are in danger. I may not know who this is but it is extremely clear, they want me dead.

"Yeah, I've met your cousin. Her hair is brownish red, isn't it? She's very beautiful even though she doesn't look like you two at all." Kay cleared his throat, annoyed. "Rupert, what did you want to say earlier?" Rupert remembered what he forgot. "Oh, yes. Doesn't this look like Scarlet fever?" he turned to Florence. "Aren't the symptoms the same?" "At first glance, it does look similar. But if the symptoms are not found in other patients, it's probably just an allergy." "Actually, I found two people with the same symptoms in my ward." Rupert said in low voice.

This rendered her powerless to move, and the only thing she could do was pull at his hair in annoyance. "Shit!" Red muttered an expletive and bit his lip in response when he felt Chelsea's lips separate between her thighs. "Oh God! Mm... Ahh!" When Red began to explore Chelsea's femininity with his tongue, Chelsea couldn't help but let out a wretched groan. She was unable to suppress the pleasure that she was experiencing, and as a result, it just served to stimulate her libido. Because of the sensations that he was giving her, she was on the verge of going completely insane.

He was enjoying this. “You're a feisty one aren't you?" he said grabbing her arm again. “No-one says ‘no’ to me, Red. No-one says no to Lorenzo Armani. Did you hear me? I get what I want and I always will." She could tell he was becoming angry. She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her. They glowed with a fierce fire. This man was dangerous and she should run. So she did, yanking her arm from his grasp.

“But something in you keeps pretending to be one.” “Careful,” I said. Her gaze didn’t waver. “Maybe that’s why it burned you.” I didn’t think. I crossed the space between us in two steps and grabbed her wrist — not hard, but enough to make her eyes flash. The Mark on her shoulder flared bright, searing red. A sharp, invisible pulse burst between us. Lights flickered. The power cut for half a second. Every system in the house screamed static through the walls — alarms flickering on, sensors tripping, cameras freezing.