Merah Vermilion Novels & Stories

I said. "That red stuff is called a Vermillion. And what are you going on about Jason? Have you forgotten about our deal?" She asked frowning at me. I couldn't help but notice how her frown made her look even hotter than before. Her eyes were shinning and there was this gleam in her eyes that...I just don't know. And her lips were a little bit jutted and it took everything in me not to claim that lips right then and there. "What deal are you talking about Cara Mia?" I asked her swaying us slightly to the beat of the song.

Draymond's eyes widened as he pointed right at the Vermillion Tune Formation, "It turned red! Triton's spot turned red!" The moment that was said, the other three were stunned as they quickly looked over at the Vermillion Tune Formation. They noticed that the green spot had turned red. It hurt them just looking at it. The three of them understood what it meant, but neither of them expected that at all.

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

Orange started next to blow her trumpet: "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you." Red could stand it no longer he shouted out: "I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of lo

Unknown to her, she missed his everything. After that he put on a simple salwar and started combing her. Advika kept looking at him through mirror. After combing her hair, he said ‘Baby Dove where is vermillion? I didn’t find the box.’ And Advika looked here and there. Sakshi i.e. Riya already told her not to use. actually she threw the box out of house already. ‘Vermilion…umm vermillion.’ She stuttered. ‘I got you Baby Dove.’ He pulled out his phone and called someone ‘Buy a vermilion and bring it here.’

“You want me to put red chilli powder on her head?” He asked Rose, lifting an eyebrow and others were confused too. Except for Leo, Pasha, and Rose, as they laughed like maniacs, while Mishka put her palm on her mouth to suppress her laughter. “No, silly boy, this is vermillion. It’s a symbol of matrimony in Indian culture like we wear rings on our ring finger,” Rose explained. Christian nodded his head, pursing his lips. His eyes travelled to Mishka, and he glared hard at her, “I know! I was just kidding,” He snapped, and the latter nodded, composing herself.

Velvetouch, maybe even a Kolinsky or two. The paint? Golden Fluid Acrylics. Not all of them, but enough. The essentials. Crimson. Indigo. Antique gold. Obsidian black. The kind of colors that made your heart race just imagining what they’d look like on canvas. The glass palette had fingerprints on it… like someone had tested it out, just to make sure it was perfect. I stepped closer. My knees were weak. My chest, tightening. It was everything I loved. Everything I couldn’t afford.

His teeth grind the more he stares at it. Red. Fucking. Roses. Of all the damn colors to send somebody, Tenz Jer'sey had to choose the one that makes his stomach churn and eyes sting. His fist tightens further. Red. The color that's supposed to be used by lovers.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.