Infinite Reds Novels & Stories

God! When I finally get out of the shower, Elio enters the marbled room and watches me without saying anything. His eyes feast on my every move and every expression. I begin to make myself up as he likes. I put on his favorite red, which almost looks like fuchsia pink. I apply the gold iridescent eye shadow, which gives a particular tint to my caramel eyes. Elio stops my gesture and comes to take the brush to apply himself the far on my eyes. I never apply makeup outside our bathroom. Elio wouldn't like it if the powder fell on the floor and stained the carpet, and I mustn't make him angry. Not after three years of running away, and especially not today.

"Everyone is acting like the world ends if we don't close it." "It’s a massive territory expansion the Alpha wants to secure. He’s determined to keep the Hale Syndicate from getting a foothold. Those scavengers started a rival textile line the moment they smelled our success in the luxury market." Liza shook her head. "They can't stand to see the Lanka prosper." As they reached the top of the lift’s range, Willow noticed something on the control panel. This was a fifty-story skyscraper, the crown jewel of Redwood Bay. "Liza, why are there only forty-nine buttons?" Willow asked as they stepped out.

INVESTIGATION DEPARTMENT STATION – DIANA’S POV We gathered around Mr. Douglas, all eyes on the high-tech display glowing on the desk. The image flickered, zooming in on a red dot pulsing over a location. “Our first target is him,” Douglas said. A photo flashed on the screen, a black man with grey eyes, a devilish deep scar at the top of his nose down to his lips. He was the kind of man they could probably describe as villains in a novel.

[Host has suffered catastrophic injustice: deprivation of dignity and theft of achievement. [Current unfairness count: 3/3.] [Judgment confirmed. Death program initiating.] [Brain-death countdown: 10 minutes.]

Do your boss have any family?” Erica questioned Aslam “No miss it’s only him and few servants and guards” Aslam replied as they all finally reached last step “Fuck…” mike and erica both cursed in unison by standing on top 200th step, it was then the reluctantly saw a abundance ‘Red coloured palace’ standing tall and proud in front of their eyes, Mike , Erica and Meenakshi all kept staring at traditional Indian palace which was completely covered in bright deep red coloured walls also it was surrounded by a unimaginable vast garden which had thousands of flowers around which there were hundreds of butterfly flying around, the view they were witnessing was simply majestic, their whole surround

I muttered to myself. For those who don't know, VH14 is the result of research conducted by an American doctor named Victor Graham. His aim was to find a cure for a deadly virus that was claiming countless lives. However, during the process of creating the antidote, they accidentally stumbled upon something even more powerful - something that could create an army of humans. With a single shot of VH14, the victim loses all sense of reasoning and becomes entirely submissive to the first person who speaks to them. The person will only recognize the first voice that speaks to them, making them incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands.

or was he not. • ...and we are many...many too identical... Red ink. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • RED INK EP 32: Where two roads shall meet and pieces begin to form. • • When Hither walked her to the elevator, he stopped and told her, "When you go downstairs, do not speak to anyone that you were at the top floor. No one. Not even to people outside of the hospital work force. Are we in accord?"

My arms ready to reach for him, lips already curving into the first genuine smile since coming back into the hall. I can’t wait to dance with– But the eyes that meet mine aren't blue. They’re red. Crimson. Unmistakable. Not human. The music falters—no, it's still playing, but it feels warped, distant, like it's coming from underwater. The room tilts just slightly, as if the ground beneath me has slipped an inch to the left. “Sir…Pendwick,”

Something bright and pure to treasure and corrupt and own forever. “But this guy,” he said, and his face grew tight, “he isn’t about love at all. He’s about hurt and depravity and degradation. Is he a pedophile straight up? I don’t know. Does he like to terrify and torture? I think so. Get him, Marie.” His glowed in a strange way, matching the tiny swatch of red fabric in Marie’s purse. She slipped her fingers and crumpled them around it. “Get him.”

Using the little strength I have left I flip her over so I am covering her body and take her soft swollen lips with mine in a reverent worshiping kiss. Over the ages sex looses some of its appeal, you need to keep pushing boundaries to find enjoyment, to reinvigorate you but not with my precious Lia, her every touch sends me insane with need. I know I would never tire of her even if we lived forever my need for her infinite, my love infinite.