Ming Lee Turning Red Novels & Stories

He held his shoulder, shook him, before he saw Minghao’s flickering eyelids. Something is wrong. “W-What happen?” Celine stuttered. Along with Seungcheol, they went back to Minghao’s side. Minghao’s lips turned pale and his eyes felt so heavy. “You don’t look o…” Mingyu couldn’t finish his words. When his hand brushed on his chest, he felt the wet and sticky liquid on his palm. He brought his hand upward. Red. Red blood tainted his hand. “You…” Mingyu murmured. He ripped Minghao’s clothes. He saw the wound on his left arm. But that’s not only the thing he discovered.

“Hurry up and open it! Stop trying to be dramatic. There’s no way it’s another six!” I lifted the final die, and there it was—a six. I won. Taylor stared at the six perfect sixes lying on the table like she could burn holes through the wood. The smug smile she’d been wearing all night vanished completely. “Whatever. It was a total fluke! You just got lucky this time!” I smiled lightly. “I usually do have decent luck.” “You won! Transfer the money! Quickly!” Mom’s mood flipped instantly. She pushed forward, yelling at my aunt and Taylor.

I woke up screaming, red eyes burned into my mind plaguing my dreams, it felt so real like I was being torn apart all over again, bite after bite after bite, I felt it all over again. I couldn’t stop screaming seeing red eyes even with mine open. The door flew open and a man ran in ready to fight. He stopped when he saw me in bed, quickly assessing the situation. He checked the bathroom then walked back to me, clearly annoyed. “What the fuck Akira, I thought someone was killing you?!” The guy yelled throwing his hands up questioning me. “Someone was,” I muttered, rubbing a hand down my face. I threw the sheet off and got out of bed, glancing at the alarm clock as I walked to the kitchen, 4:3

Lucille Summers was beautiful. She carried with her an elegance that gave her an ethereal charm. At present, she sat across from me in a white dress. She had no makeup on, and her eyes were rimmed red. "Penelope, I know that I have wronged you. But the baby is innocent…" she said as she gently caressed her baby bump. She looked ever so pitiful with her reddened eyes.

And Marie hopped on the bus. The ride went on for hours, but it still wasn’t long enough. On the final leg of the journey, she found herself glancing longingly at the countryside, at the other passengers, at anything that she could think about wistfully. She did not want to be where she was going to be. She didn’t want to see the original monster. Marie carried a tiny scrap of red hoodie that the police said she could have. It was cut out of the original and hemmed neatly around the edges. No fraying. No sawing of blood and bone and fabric and darling little girls.

We have nothing less than twenty four hours. “At the mall red suddenly appeared to us. He searched our items he face red with anger. He didn't say much, we knew something is wrong.” “He fixed his gaze at us like we are strangers. Red threw out bags Right to my feet.” “Why did he do that?” Jay traced hair. I remain silent not wanting to talk. I shrugged and folded my lips. Jay noticed my red-rimmed eye, he drew me closer pressed my hips against his. Lionni blushed, covered her left side with her hands.

On this day, as the blessed lands opened to the eleventh day, less than an hour had passed before the twelfth day, a profound and obscure Taoist Sense appeared on the golden figure again. Mo Buyu, who was meditating in the palace, seemed to feel something at this moment. He opened his eyes, got up, and saluted the golden figure. "Greetings, Left Protector." "It’s almost time. How’s your preparation?" The golden figure swayed slightly. The seemingly unremarkable action revealed incomparable nobility. "I can't wait any longer." Mo Buyu raised his head. Two red lines appeared in his pupils that he had never possessed before. The red line was as thin as spider silk and existed in the center of h

I saw the exact moment the moon turned red. I crash through the pack house doors, breathing hard. "Alpha!" I shout. "Alpha Dante! Emergency!" Beta Marcus appears from the main hall. "What the hell are you screaming about, boy?" "The moon," I gasp. "The moon turned red. And the river. The river is boiling." Marcus goes very still. "What did you say?" "The forbidden river. It's boiling. Steam everywhere. And I saw them. I saw a wolf and a vampire. They were fighting by the water."

“To make you my Moon, as it should have been from the start.” And then I saw it: Mikail’s usually impassive gaze turned red as blood. His fangs barely peeked out from behind his lips. Was my plan working?

"Oh-ho..... the bully began to cry from just few sentences? That's not so brave of you!" "Suh-show yourself.... Come fuh-forward and tuh-talk—-" "If you really want it, sure." And right then a hand on his neck pushed him down to the ground, as in his whole body got pinned and he wasn't even able to move a finger. "Remember me?" Lucas's eyes blew wide. There in front of him was Miles, his skin pale white and cold, his eyes blood red, like he can kill anyone with just a simple look. "Tuh-Millie-Miles."