Our Red String Novels & Stories

Red walks in, his hair disheveled, his face set in a deep frown. “My phone died, and I didn’t know what flavor you wanted,” Red said from the doorway. He wasn’t facing us just yet, he didn’t see the box that was on the countertop. I did see the chips he was holding. It was Todas alright, different flavored ones. None of which I liked. After hanging his coat by the door, he turned around, “I just bought everything so-” Red looked like he walked for miles. There was even a ring of sweat on the collar of his shirt.

“In fact, you’re exciting me with each passing second, especially when you’re dressed in red.” Ruby gasped as my hand slid along her thigh, feeling the heat seep through the smooth nylon tights that she wore with the woolen red dress. Even with the cute reindeer pattern across her chest, she still looked good enough to devour for supper. She giggled, attempting to move my hand back to a safer distance. “Caleb, we can’t.” She glanced around anxiously. “What if the stewardess comes back to check on us?” I exhaled through my nose with a disappointed groan. “She won’t,” I assured, even though there was every chance that she might.

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

*Keep it controlled. But my pulse was already climbing before we'd even touched gloves, a low, restless hum under my skin that had nothing to do with adrenaline, and underneath it, quieter, something that felt almost like dread. My ears caught the drip of a leaking pipe somewhere behind the lockers, the buzz of the overhead lights, someone's phone vibrating three rows of benches away. All of it too loud, too sharp, crowding in at once the way it had the last time, right before everything in me had gone wrong.

I scoffed quietly. The same words, the same actions, the same expression. Blood poured from below her belly, staining the seat of my Ferrari. "Madeline! Please hold on, it's a red light!" Madeline clutched her belly, her voice rising in a sharp, piercing tone. "Matt, are you trying to kill me? You've got to run the red light! I can't take it anymore!" I twirled my finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel. "Madeline, running the red light is illegal and I'll get a fine. We should be good citizens, right?"

One of the subordinates suggested, “Are you suggesting we sell Cougar's most treasured asset?!” The emperor questioned, his voice sounding annoyed “I don't think we should sell our money-making machine” Another subordinate suggested “How about this, on that day we will bring her out but with her cage and the cage will be covered with a huge sackcloth, and that way the young men will all be interested to see what's covered, and when they ask we will tell them all that inside that cage lies Cougar’s most treasured asset of all time and if anybody wants to have a glimpse of her then the person must be the highest bidder

Each knot had been a promise. I will love you forever. I will protect you forever. I will make you the happiest woman in the world. Now, all those promises were broken. Just like the bracelet. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding the severed string up to the light. The red thread glowed faintly, like dried blood. He remembered the night he'd made it, three years ago. Noelle had sat beside him, her head on his shoulder, watching his fingers weave the threads. "Why red?" she'd asked.

WHEN the dance ended, the students came in circle around the bonfire, before the organizers have us two strings, one with the color of red and one with a color of blue. They wanted us to give the red color strings to the people we wanted to thank, and the blue one to the people we wanted to apologize to. The reflection began to start, and of course, Becca gave both of her strings to Scott, the same way that he did. Nathan and I chuckled to himself, watching the two of them nearly kiss. Nathan gave me his red string, while I gave him the blue one.

We unleash our hunger on each other. Am breathless, the pleasure is too overwhelming. And what i am about to do, I doubt Quinn will be so forgiving. "R–Ro...Rosso." I struggle to speak. Quinn stops immediately. He looks down at me his face with naked concern. "Are you hurt?" He asks. Rosso is our password for one to stop if something is not right. It means red in Latin. He is obsessed with Red. I have come a long way to stop now so I might as well try, "No. But I need an answer. Otherwise, none of us is going to come. Why do you want to end this?" I finally ask.

“This is… beautiful.” “Riley helped me get it. It’s a friendship necklace. Real diamonds and everything. But if the adults ask, you’ll have to lie and say it’s some cheap trinket.” “Pffft. Like I’d ever tell them. They’d probably take it away. Here, put mine on. I’ll do yours.” “Okay.” Valery smiled for real this time, and leaned in to put it on her. Margret did the same, and then they hugged like they’d never let go.