Love In Red Novels & Stories

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

Marcus took a deep breath in, “just come back to me, please. We’re meant to be, Tina. You and I! We are destined!” “Destined my ass!” Tina frustrated shouting out loud. This alpha was so stubborn, “What is in ‘I don’t love you anymore’ that you don’t understand? Marcus, face it! I don’t love you. I don’t want to switch with Giselle! Are you forcing me now? Should I leave the city to prove my words?” “Is it because of Lukas?” Marcus said, his voice low. He could not help but think of what his friends had told him. Tina was with a guy name Lukas then.

"No matter how I treated you before, you always forgave me. Why can't you forgive me this time?" Her last words turned into a desperate scream. This time, Carter didn't reply. When he finally spoke again, his calm gaze carried a faint sadness. "Because I've realized that I might have loved the wrong person for the past eight years." He had fallen in love with the Misty of eight years ago—not the Misty who had become unrecognizable after marriage as she grieved the loss of Zach. His words were like a dagger, cutting straight to the heart. He had ruthlessly brushed off their past eight years together.

Rachel nodded, her attention shifting to the man who seemed so cold, fearing he might say, "Who are you? I don’t know you." She couldn’t understand why he was acting so distant and cold, especially since he was the one who texted her the address. "Adam, are you listening? Don’t be too hard on this pretty lady, or I might just make my move right now," the red-headed guy said bluntly. The other two men exchanged glances at Adam, and the French guy decided to chime in. "Come on, Adam, you're scaring the lovely lady," he said with a thick French accent.

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

I get up and quickly grab Atlas's shirt before putting it on Red. "Thanks girl" Red whispers to me. I smile at her as the guys try to calm down Atlas and say "Girl I think you just got claimed by a Rhodes. His name is Atlas. He's quiet but nice. Go talk to him before he goes at that guy again" She nods as I help her up. "Atlas" I hear her say quietly but it still gets his attention. Red smiles and holds her arms up to him. He walks over, picks her up and wraps her legs around his waist and neck, before walking them over to one of the empty couches.

Mel - I can't digest everything I just heard; this is everything to me. Even though I always say I have a terrible taste in men, Ane insists that I don't, but even after hearing everything, I don't want to give up on him. I love him, and I won't let him go, no matter what I have to face. I'll stand by his side. My heart asks me for that, and despite all the barriers, I want to fight for this love. But first, I'll make him suffer a little, or else it won't be any fun.

When I got in the car, the driver had the radio on. "You don't mind if I have music on, do you?" "No. I could use the distraction." The radio host was speaking for a while. He wrapped up the topic he was on and said they would go back to the music. Adam Levine's voice began to sing: If I got locked away, And we lost it all today, Tell me honestly, Would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws, If I couldn't be strong, Tell me honestly, Would you still love me the same?

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.