Novel & Cerita Infinite Reds

And he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted. So one could only imagine the shock he got when the one woman he wanted more than succumb to his desires. Red was nothing like all the other women he met. She wasn't like any of those girls he had bedded before. She was pure, innocent, and beautiful. She was a breath of fresh air to his life. He could feel it, just by looking at her. The very moment she stepped into the room, in that red lingerie, her soul shined brighter than the sun.

Infinity explained. "Then, I'm sure he will come bac-" Seolurrie wasn't able to finish her sentence when she felt herself breaking. She looked at her hands and saw that like a continuously breaking glass her hands were breaking into pieces. It spread from her hands to her arms, her feet and legs too. "It's starting," Infinity spoke, which made Seolurrie look at her, "You don't have to worry about anything. It is just a part of the process of the ceremony." Infinity stepped back and unleashed her magic energy.

“I was going to send roses. But fire seemed more fitting.” The feed glitched briefly, then returned. “You burned down my sanctuaries. Killed my agents. Stole my network. Now I offer you an invitation.” Behind him, shadows moved. Other men, silent. Faces masked in crimson. Donatello continued, voice low and steady. “Seventy-two hours from now, the world will bleed again. We call it the Red Reaping. A global relaunch. New routes. Old names reborn. Every girl we lost will be replaced. Every city you touched, repaid.”

But Alive. A single caption scrawled below in red: “Next.”

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.

You can do this! ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

"It means I'm no longer a part of your hierarchy or the Architects' code." "It means you’re a **Prime-Link**," Fenris corrected. "The Red Blood is the original frequency of the Vespera signal. It’s the raw, unedited power of the creators. The Architects turned it White to make it manageable. The Reapers turned it Green to make it a hive. But the Red? The Red is the power to rewrite the physical laws of the universe." He looked around the square, at the crumbling buildings and the confused people. "The Intersection is collapsing, Elara. The two realities are rejecting each other like a bad organ transplant. If you don't use that Red Blood to anchor the world, the Earth is going to shake itsel

“A man like Kane? He’s insulated by layers of money and men who ask no questions. The hooded figure is already in the wind. The vial is untraceable. This was a test. To see how close he could get.” He turns his gaze back to me, and it’s like being pinned by ice. “He got very close, Elizabeth. And he doesn’t like to fail. He’ll try again. Soon.” “How long?” My ghostly voice is barely a whisper. Red’s smile is a grim slash. “Your body has forty-eight hours. Maybe less. He knows it’s now or never. After that, even if you win your little internal war with Claire Hart… there’ll be nothing left to come home to.”