Novel & Cerita Green Ribbon

Giving Victoria one final glance, he collected the envelope and mumbled a thanks. Turning away from Victoria, he opened the envelope to pull out a strawberry and milk flavored candy alongside a note. He quickly slid the candy down his pocket then opened the note. 'A little caffeine free candy to help you feel less nervous. Good luck!' He couldn't help a smile as he read the words. He continued and felt his smile grow even wider as he read the last message on the note. 'P.S: I'm right behind you as promised.' 'Extra P.S: If you're able to pull it off perfectly, you'll get a reward from me!'

I asked but there's no answering me. I was shocked that someone stifled me with his own hand. The unknown person tried to kill me with his hand. He choked me this time to kill me but I don't know how I will counter him. Luckily, there's a orange fruit that had already peeled beside me. I got the orange fruit and squeezed it into his eyes. Finally I hit breathe and I tried to stand up even though I'm in pain. I held the knife and pointed it to him. His right eye now hurts and I can finally defend myself with this knife.

A very strange dream! At first, she did not remember the details of that dream clearly. All she could recall was a man hugging a young girl beneath a large cherry blossom tree. The scene resembled a painting. In fact, it was almost like an illusion. So beautiful to behold but also so heart-wrenching to look at. You know. The beautiful "illusion" actually represents a wound. A tragedy... Capable of shattering one's soul and body upon witnessing. That was all she could remember.

Especially after everything they had already uncovered. Ava stepped closer. "The blankets." Everyone looked. Each child was wrapped in the same handmade quilt. Except... The embroidery differed slightly. One blanket carried a blue ribbon. Another had a green ribbon. The third... A gold ribbon. Rebecca looked at Elias. "Did the ribbons mean anything?" He frowned. Then his eyes widened. "Oh..." Claire had embroidered ribbons onto everything in the nursery. Blue for the baby nearest the window. Green for the crib nearest the door.

Then his own heart. “Ronan.” His third. ⸻ Maeve covered her mouth. ⸻ Bramble looked at the thing wearing Ronan’s face. His markings flared brilliant green. “Not.” He struggled. His mouth worked around the next sound. Mason waited. Everyone waited. ⸻ “You.” ⸻ The Echo screamed. ⸻ Green light exploded across the clearing. Not fire. Life. Grass surged upward. Flowers opened. Trees groaned as new leaves burst from branches.

“You’re going to give me one before I touch you.” I swallowed. “Red.” “And colors. Green means you’re good. Yellow means slow down or ease up. Red stops everything. No questions, no anger. You use them. Understand?” “Yes.” “Say it back.” “Green means good. Yellow means slow down. Red stops everything.” He nodded once. “Good girl.” Then he moved.

"Which means it's healing. Thanks to you." He caught her hand as she reached for a book. His thumb rubbed over her knuckles. "I have been thinking," he said softly, and his voice dropped to that intimate rumble that made her knees weak. "About the ravine. About what I told you." Eltonia’s breath hitched. "About... the ribbons?" "Yes." Oreon looked at her hand, tracing her lifeline. "Yellow ribbons. You haven't worn them in years." "I... I grew up, Alpha," she whispered. "And Omegas wear brown. Or grey."

“Those flower ribbons… I used to love them back then.” Gio glanced over, then pulled the car to the side without hesitation. He rolled down the window, called the vendor over, and bought the prettiest one deep red silk roses with tiny pearl centers. When the light turned green, he pulled over again, turned to me. “Hold still.” He reached over, gently tucked the ribbon into my damp hair, pinning it just above my ear. “Perfect,” he said. I smiled as we drove away. The city lights were shining brightly, casting a soft glow against the window.

“I doubt it.” Mr. Tachibana said, “The rules are…” He held up an array of three colorful ribbons, which instantly drew everyone’s attention. “These, everyone, are points ribbons. Each person will get one ribbon. There are three different colors, and each color represents different points. Green is ten, yellow is twenty, and red is thirty points. Each team will get one of each color, which will add up to a total of sixty points. The rule is simple.” He paused for effect again. When he noted that everyone was waiting eagerly for him to reveal what the rule was, he smiled with glee.

"Nice to meet you." James didn't shake his hand. He looked at Eric and then back at me. "How do you know each other?" "Eric tutors Nova in science," I told him. "Eric, this is James Greenwood." Eric nodded politely. "Are you new to town?" James asked Eric. "Yes, I'm an environmentalist." "You're a tree hugger," James said, clearly trying to get a rise from Eric. "Yes," said Eric, unfazed by Jame's rudeness. "But really I work to study, conserve, and protect the Earth. Considering that it's a bit of an important planet."