Infinite Reds Novels & Stories

“You are lying. I didn’t hear you because you couldn’t speak. Something in St Patrick blocks you from being in my body.” Red. A red so deep and different from what I have always known. It was like fire orange or engine red, I didn’t know which. I only knew it was the most nerve racking thing I have ever seen in my entire life. The pure hatred in those gaze, I would have dropped dead if it wished it. I knew that as surely as I knew my own name.

I sit in bed, completely shocked by what I’m feeling when Eric and Isabella do the same as well. Suddenly, our marks begin to glow, changing color, matching Isabella’s. One platinum fish and one gold. In the center of the mark, a red dot forms, shaped like an intense red ruby. The difference is that not only our mark changed. The tattoo on our right hand also changed, turning deep red and with the infinity symbol, just like that of our queen. The three of us looked at each other, stunned, unable to articulate a single word. Our marks stop shining and only silence remains.

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

"But-" "Are you really concerned about the truth of the matter? They just want to see me ugly... As long as I ignore it, they will fade over time... Oh, I just remembered, I have an account that I still haven't settled with you," Red teased as she lifted Chelsea's chin to meet her gaze. "They just want to see me ugly," Red continued. "As long as I ignore it, they will fade over time." Chelsea enquired in a bewildered manner, "What?"

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

“Clients come up here sometimes. Smoke. Take a breather. VIPs especially. They like quiet before diving back into the noise.” Milo’s brow furrowed. “You think it was one of them?” “I think I’m not tech support,” Red said coolly. “Cameras break. Wires short. Or maybe someone with a key got nervous.” “You didn’t see anything?” Red shrugged. “Didn’t say that.” Milo’s jaw clenched. “So what did you see?” Red flicked ash off the side of the roof. “Nothing that looked like a problem. Just men pretending to be invisible.”

Or maybe it was me. Lucas stood frozen, unmoving. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away with trembling fingers. “Even if I were truly guilty, these five years have cost me everything—my parents, my brother, five unborn children, and the betrayal and torment from the man I loved! “No crime, no matter how grave, could demand greater penance! And the truth is, I didn’t kill Grandma!" The sobs tore through me before I forced myself to steady. "I’m exhausted. Now that you’ve seen the truth, just… leave."

My hole was a sloppy, gaping mess, cum bubbling out every time a new cock pushed in. Across the room, Marcus was being double-penetrated. Two thick cocks stretched his hole wide while he moaned like a whore, jerking his own dick furiously. When he came, it shot all the way up to his own chin. The redhead was on his knees in the middle of a circle jerk. Eight guys were stroking around him, aiming at his face and open mouth. When they started cumming, it was like a fountain—ropes of white painting his freckled cheeks, tongue, hair, and chest until he looked like a glazed donut.

Notifications flooded in faster than she could process them — I*******m, T*****r, W******p, email, missed calls — the numbers climbing so fast they blurred together. *247 missed calls.* *1,842 unread messages.* *I*******m: You have been mentioned in 3,291 posts.* Inés sat up slowly, her heart beginning to beat too fast, knocking against her ribs like it was trying to escape. She opened I*******m first because her brain chose the familiar over the unknown, and what she found made the air leave her lungs in one silent, devastating exhale. Photos. Her photos. The stage at P-Valley bathed in purple light. Red was supposed to stay at the club. Red was supposed to be hers alone. But Red was everyw

unnatural. And then the video changed again. This time, the camera was moving from between what looked like rocky hills. And then a filter appeared. Only the outline of the hills could be seen and then red spots were visible. "This is the infrared view of the insides of the hills. Each red spot is one witch." "Oh Goddess!" Luna Belle gasped. My jaw dropped. Everyone was in shock. I mean I knew all of this but actually seeing it... it terrified me.