Little Red Hood Novels & Stories

As for the main dish, I simply fried a couple of eggs to keep things simple. I spent the rest of the day inside the house, distracting myself by scrolling through random videos online. I had specifically purchased a mobile data package just to give myself some form of entertainment. Lola Aida had officially stopped selling her afternoon halo-halo due to the frequent, unpredictable downpours, leaving me with absolutely nothing to occupy my afternoons.

"I'm glad that you found me and I'm glad you stuck around. Wolves are supposed to be dangerous but you weren't." I exhaled heavily, remembering the little talk that I needed to have with her. "Yeah, something bad could've happened to you, you know? Didn't your mom ever read stories to you about little girls who get lost in the woods?" I kept a playful edge to my tone, dropping subtle hints at Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. Ruby rolled her eyes dramatically. "I knew you were going to say that," she groaned. "The red jacket ... the basket of treats." Her cheeks heated with what looked like embarrassment. "So, you're not disappointed that you had to wait?" She double-checked, seek

“We go to the weekend market sometimes to get our food. However, we have to take the shortcut through the forest due to the lack of transportation. A hunter friend near the forest tells me his niece is living in the woods. His mother and the girl’s grandmother also live in the woods, although in different parts. Sometimes, they would cross paths, and the girl loved baking new treats. She often wears a red hood. You can’t miss her!” Another children's tale. Zen knows the story of Red Hood in the Woods. According to the story, her grandmother was eaten by a wolf who pretended to become the grandmother to eat her too. However, the hunter discovers the truth and saves Red Hood from the sly wolf,

The long-braided hair was settled behind her back, some of the dark curls making their way out of her hood. Letting herself afford the luxury of another relaxed breath, she finally prepared herself, ready to embark. It was just an errand…a simple errand through the forest where the spirits were told to be at great unrest and deeper you went, the more it became clear that there indeed was an ethereal pair of eyes watching your every step. Not a simple errand perhaps… Finally, her hide boots started moving, leaving impressionable prints in the snow. It was before noon. And she could come back on the right time. Waving the scarlet cloth that shielded her pale vermillion tunic, she finally set o

She is our fire. My father's favourite book has more or less always been "Little Red Riding Hood"; it was the only fairy tale he read to me before bed. And somehow, we both built an unrealistic relationship with this fairytale. Proof of this was the blood-red hooded cape my father gave me for my birthday. I took part in the ceremony, dressed in a white dress, the cloak and entered the woods wearing it.

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.

We will also visit the town's orphanage today to give free food to the children. I recently learned about a small orphanage in Ashwood where they brought homeless children, especially those whose parents died from rogues and rebels. I volunteer on helping Mama Melly in Ashwood while Ayla stays in the mansion because she has piles of work that needs to be done. But she did promise she'll follow us in town after. I haven't been able to see Lucien since early this morning. But I've heard that he left early with Markus and the triplets. Are they searching for that certain person again? But I have heard rumors that what they're looking for is an unnatural being, a vampire to be precise.

Her hands reached for her hood and she dropped it, revealing her malicious red and green eyes. “ It’s time for us witches to take back what rightfully belongs to us!”.

she said—hugging them at once. Her movements halted when she felt a viscous liquid trickling down from underneath her ear. As she touched it, her eyes widened at the sight of her bloody hands. There, a pang of reality hit her. “Where… In the world am I?” The woman looked around, this time, not with the intention of admiring nature. But to find even the tiniest clue on where she is. There, she finally noticed how everything seemed odd. The trees that looked ordinary at first glance are now gleaming due to the crystals etched on it’s trunk. It’s strange twisting branches are now visible, swiftly moving with the wind.