Novel Red Novels & Stories

Get ready soon, we have three days to get ready. He just said to get ready and he just went. I called out "Red" but it didn't reply to me Red, red are you there? Where am I now? Red please speak to me!!!. I must know what is happening here, what in the world is this place and where am I? Red…. _________________________________ This Is my first novel. If there are any errors, please tell me in the review. If you like the story please support me.

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

Russell grabbed my wrist, pulling me tightly toward the building. Tears blurred my vision completely as we stepped into the elevator. A slut. Seven years of memories, college milestones, and shared dreams ended with him calling me a whore. I had turned down countless men over the years out of loyalty to him, and this was my reward. He didn't even care to ask what happened. He just assumed the worst. When we reached the apartment, Russell yanked his hand away from mine. The sudden movement snapped me back to reality. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, struggling to keep pace with his long strides.

She doesn't even wait for me to get out before opening her door and standing tall, looking at the front of the club with curiosity. “You look disappointed.” She glances at me as if surprised I called her out for the emotion visible on her face and lifts a shoulder. “I expected more, I guess.” That seems like a reasonable enough response, and I know it in my head. Club Red may not look like much on the outside, but that is a dangerous stance to take because the club isn’t about what's going on at the facade, it's about what's happening within. “Always dangerous to judge a book by its cover.”

Ciara said to me, and I nodded. "And the people who attacked us, who are they?" I asked Ciara once again. "It's the new Alpha of the Red Moon Pack; he said that your mate killed his father during the war he had waged in order to rescue you, and he came to avenge his father's death, and knowing how strong your mate was, he brought his vampire friend along," Ciara explained to me once again. "I'm very grateful to you and Richard for saving my life and that of my baby," I said to the both of them, and they nodded.

All of it was a lie, a setup for the moment they’d finally throw me to the wolves. Resentment wasn't a big enough word. It was a cold, sharp blade twisting in my gut. Why me? Why was I the one who had to sign away my heartbeat while they picked out wedding flowers? ~ SACRIFICE COUNTDOWN: 4 DAYS REMAINING ~ The morning light was clinical and cold. Margaret Lawson and Officer Daniel Miller shoved through the door, flanked by a handful of kids from the orphanage. "John! John! Are you dead?" one of the boys shouted, scrambling onto the edge of my bed. "We saw you on the news! Everyone’s talking about the Red Savior!"

Rowena Silverveil. The red haired girl from the Eastern Clan who had arrived in chains and ended up in the Inner Sanctuary and healed Celdric with her bare hands and stood in the main courtyard as if the ground under her feet had always been hers by right. The girl Celdric talked about with the careful neutrality of someone who had decided to be careful and was not doing a very good job of it. The girl Thane watched across rooms with an expression I had not seen on his face since our father was alive. The girl who had apparently saved this fortress while I was asleep.

She couldn’t accept the fact that Connor had abandoned her. After returning home, Connor walked into his collection room. The room was filled with June’s paintings. However, the ones he truly loved were only a few of the award-winning pieces because he had always felt a deep resonance with the artist’s soul. The irony was that every single one of those paintings had actually been plagiarized from me.

Jade pouted. “ Come let me show you around” said Marissa as she took hold of Jade’s hand and led her outside. **** Damian looked at the report that was on his table. It was all the intel they were able to gather about the demons. Trevor and Klara were there. “So they are kidnapping young female witches with red hair because the demon king is looking for a recarnated deity and who is also a witch?” asked Damian dumbfounded. “ Yes alpha” replied Klara.

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