Ming Lee Turning Red Novels & Stories

The lack of remorse expressed on their faces for what they had done had a stark contrast to the burning anger in my chest. “You know,” Red began, his voice smooth and mocking, “I’ve really missed Lily. She was such a good girl. Really good at what she did. My men always came back for her back then.” His gaze was locked with mine, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent glint. It was as if he took perverse pleasure in seeing me struggle with my emotions. The mention of Lily, reduced to just another conquest in Red’s twisted world, made my blood boil. I could feel my anger mounting, an uncontrollable force ready to erupt.

“Blood comes out of marble pretty easy.” “It’s me,” Lyle said. I glanced behind me for a split second to see Lyle, alone, with a phone pressed to his ear. Then, I looked back at Gamal. That crazed, desperate look hadn’t left his eyes, like he was a wild animal. Then, his gaze flickered down to my chest, and I realized I was only wearing a sports bra and my workout shorts as a leer grew over his lips. I pressed the shard of metal down, drawing a bead of blood from his neck and barely noticing the sting in my own palm.

Esther is standing in the middle of a clearing with Mia surrounded by trees on all sides. There is a fire blazing between them. Mia is sitting cross-legged and chanting. On her right is a bronze vessel full of Lilia’s blood and on her left is the coffin. Its lid is open and it contains the body of a girl. But her skin has turned gray. She seemed to have desiccated.

I waited, bouncing my legs nervously. Then, finally, Maelis dropped a video. I hesitated. Then tapped D******d. What started playing made my jaw go slack. It was Maelis. Wearing the most scandalously beautiful red lace lingerie I had ever seen. The lighting was low, and the vibe unmistakably sultry. Behind her stood three men. All shirtless and ripped, in tight briefs that left very little to the imagination. My brain screamed Abort!, but my thumb pressed play.

Kara's POV I sat on my bed with Nate cradled in my arms, fast asleep. My mind had left the emotional, sad state it had been. Now, it was in a strategic mode. The memories of my encounter at Nate's school played in my mind over and over again like a broken record. Flashback. I had barely stepped into the school's reception when a woman with bright red hair rushed at me, fuming. "You! You're the mother of this little gorilla?!" She barked furiously, grabbing Nate roughly from Tracy.

The water turned a pale, cloudy white, boiling gently as the heat rose. I raised the small iron blade to my left palm. I didn't hesitate. I drew the sharp edge across my skin, a thin, stinging line of red opening across my palm. I held my hand over the boiling pot, letting the dark red drops fall directly into the center of the cloudy liquid. The moment my blood touched the brew, the cloudy white water hissed softly, turning a clear, deep crimson that shimmered under the firelight. "It's working," Jiji gasped, her eyes bright with hope. "Mei Ling, it's actually working."

Later, just like Mom said, a stranger appeared before the burial, bringing a massive jar—taller than a person and filled with a strange liquid. The final image I saw was Aunt Marlene being lowered into that jar and sealed inside. "Abby? Abby, what are you doing? That's your father!" Mom's sharp voice suddenly pierced my ears. As my vision blurred and my head spun, I felt my body swaying. When I opened my eyes again, I realized I was choking Dad hard. His eyes were rolling back in his head, his face turning a terrifying shade of purple-red. I instantly yanked my hands away. I stared blankly as he started coughing violently, gasping for air.

Maya Javier stared at me like I had said something totally weird. “Is this a prank?” he asked. “I’m really on my red day, it’s not...lol.” I rolled my eyes at him retorting. Jerking up, I was up as he paused his movements. He moved off me completely, staring at me. His dark eyes slowly went back to the normal black, with the outer corners being red. It meant he wasn’t turned on again, I was aware…

Lee said while looking at where Chelsea was sitting. "Are you serious?! Yes, of course I want to! Thanks, Mr. Lee!" Chelsea answered happily. While the two were talking happily, Red looked at them with evil eyes. His face showed that he was annoyed by what he was seeing right now, and he feels even worse seeing how happy his wife is. RED

While I cower back to my spot, Mei continues to look out with a serious look on her face as she cranes her neck curiously. "We're far enough from where the scuffle is happening, My Lady," She starts to say with assurance in her voice as she turns to look at me. "Don't worry, it'll all be over." I shudder with a cold knife cutting down my spine to see the feral pair of red fire right above Mei's head. In mute horror, I fall immobile as I watch the slinking Vampire noiselessly drop behind Mei and rise to a full 6ft behind her who's still talking cluelessly.