Infinite Reds Novels & Stories

He had seen many gold diggers in the past—women who pretended to come from wealthy families until they were exposed after he ran background checks on them. Linda could easily be one of them, trying to get his attention—especially now that she was pregnant and might be looking for a way out. He picked up his phone from the left side of his table and called Frank. This was Frank’s specialty, and he did it well. This wasn’t the first time Charles had called him for this kind of job, and Frank always delivered. “Hello, Frank,” he said as Frank answered the call. “I’m fine, Mr. Charles,” Frank replied.

I scoffed quietly. The same words, the same actions, the same expression. Blood poured from below her belly, staining the seat of my Ferrari. "Madeline! Please hold on, it's a red light!" Madeline clutched her belly, her voice rising in a sharp, piercing tone. "Matt, are you trying to kill me? You've got to run the red light! I can't take it anymore!" I twirled my finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel. "Madeline, running the red light is illegal and I'll get a fine. We should be good citizens, right?"

I was able to control my anger, more like Seraphina’s anger. “Hey Remi, who’s your new friend?” The red head asked as she hung off of MY mate. “This is Riley RedFang. Riley, this is my brother, Rylen and his girlfriend, Stephanie.” Remi introduced. “RedFang? As in RedFang Defense?” Rylen asked. “The one and only, my dad is the head honcho.” I smirked. “WOW!” Remi said with wide eyes. “A real badass?” She said in awe. I shrugged at her.

Her gaze glazed into emptiness, he passed his hand over them, closing them eternally. His heartbeat was out of rhythm, and a knot formed in his throat. The rain intensified around him, and he saw the water turning red with his mother's blood. With trembling hands he held the inert body in his arms, and the promise he had just made echoed in his mind. "I cannot see her married to my best friend.... Not when she holds, like a hostage, my heart," he whispered into the thick, dark night. He could never break his promise.

This is Federal Earth, the Academy of Superhuman, the dormitory of student, Ryan Smith. "Dear Ryan, late at night tonight, I'm waiting for you in the small forest behind the college, I... want to date with you!" Looking at the text message in his mobile phone, Ryan felt the ambiguous hint from his childhood sweetheart Vina, he was not only not surprised and excited, but on the contrary his eyes were cold, and he was very angry in his heart! "Bastard, still want to be like the last life, deceive me to the small forest, drink the poison wine that you prepared, just to get my 'Extreme Cold Crystal'?"

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

She saw a glimpse of the red robe and it was not much different from what she was wearing now. Except, instead of the lilies, small peonies were embroidered in gold all around the dress. First, the lady removed her outer gown and second layer. Then on the top of what she already had on, she had the red second layer and tied it before adding the embroidered outer gown. Her hair was already done and all that was left was her lips and face. The lady drew a small red flower at the centre of her brows and added some rouge to her pale cheeks and lips. She was then given a bronze mirror so she could see her appearance. She did not look too bad at all. Tea handed the mirror back and then the lady co

"Such as?" "The Infinite Market opens in eleven days. Dead-universe entities will be arriving to trade. They possess energy reserves from collapsed realities, resources that have been hoarded for billions of years. If we can position ourselves as the Market's primary broker, taking a percentage of every transaction as a facilitation f*e..." "How much percentage?" "Standard market-maker spread. Two point five percent on each side. Based on the projected trade volume from the Principal Creditor's transformation data, the first month of operations could generate between fifty and eighty trillion."

" And you can see that I'm outside in our backyard? " Alexia added. " FUCCKK!! " - Them. " Who are you? " Alexia asked. " Who am I? Who are you? " Red asked. " No! Who are you!! " Alexia shouted too. " I'm Red. Who are you? " Red said. "I'm Alexia. Fuck! Is this real? How is this even possible? " She asked. " I know but I can see that you are in the backyard while you can see that I'm in my garage. This is really true but how? "

Everywhere he looks, Win sees red. He is surrounded by countless shades of it; twisting, roiling waves of crimson are waiting, raging to swallow him whole. It reminds him of scary movies - the forsaken gritty land of endless red sand valleys, always burning, hungry and barely containing all-consuming, destructive energies - the Alpha realm that is no more.