Our Red String Novels & Stories

" You know what it is?" I just looked at his dazzling eyes, I don't know what it was for. " What's with red strings?" He tied it first to his pinky fingers after he tied it to himself, he got mine and he started to tie it. " It is the Red​ String of Fate, if we die soon. You and I will meet again in our next life" He beamed a smile and I just got teary eyed. After Articus kissed me, someone's force opened the door. We heard a crash downstairs and I started to tighten my hug to Articus. We tried to don't make any noise but we heard the footsteps it's going upstairs.

That amount is better than one thousand that’s why she immediately looked for her wallet but she couldn’t find it in her pocket and only then did she remember that she had left it in her locker. “Don’t you want to know who is inside the booth? Your soulmate may be in there.” “He’s right! Some people say that whoever is on the other end of the red string is the person destined for you.” When he said that, the story of her friends about the red thread came back to her mind again, and wondered at the same time who was behind that bar. She looked up at the sky. “Lord, is this the sign? That whoever the person on the other end of this red string is the person meant for me?”

T‌oo inn‍ocent. I f‍ound i‌t‍. Red. Not bright c⁠herry red.‍ Dark r‌ed. Bl‍ood red.​ The color of‍ violence and pass‍ion. It was silk‍, strapl​ess, with a slit tha‍t went u‍p to the t⁠hig‍h. I pulled i‍t out.‍ "This one,"‍ I said.⁠

I received a message the next morning from red. he is asking how the date went. I responded to Red and told him that it went well. I thanked him for introducing Felix to me and for being a good friend. red was too excited so ask every detail that had happened "Red, it was just a friendly meeting, nothing romantic happened," I replied to him. Red was still very curious but I assured him that Felix and I are just friends.

The ropes were starting to unravel. "Quick! Get the red rope!" Dad bolted toward the large jar, moving faster than I'd ever seen. He sat down heavily on top of the lid. Even though he was almost 180 pounds, he couldn't hold it steady. His body shook with every impact from below. Watching him, I slowly stood up and walked toward the backyard as well. Mom stumbled out with a bundle of thick, red rope. She had just reached the backyard when Dad screamed. The lid was blown off, and Dad went tumbling across the ground like a rag doll, which made Mom scream.

A woman threw herself into a hug with Roman, causing his arm to drop from Willow’s shoulder. "Oh, Roman! You’re finally here! I feared you had forgotten our invitation!" The woman pulled back, flashing a seductive, red-lipped smile. Willow’s jaw tightened. It was Cindy, the Elder's assistant. A woman known for her "enthusiasm" toward powerful Alphas. Willow dubbed her the Red Witch on the spot. Her gown was so low-cut it defied the laws of physics. Roman gave a curt, freezing nod. "Cindy." He immediately reached out to pull Willow back to his side, but the woman didn't seem to notice his blatant disinterest.

I could tell it was something dubious but it won't be as terrible as this. “What.” I arched my brows, frowning my lips. “Be my sneaky link.” Just as I was about to react, the door clicked open. “Rielle baby?” Frank called.

I want all that hard work to be worth it. I'm in a fairly short sequin dress. I've been practicing in the pole the whole week and I'm not a perfect pole dancer but I'm definitely an okay dancer. I twirl around it, my eyes on his whenever I face him. He has a drink in his hand which he occasionally raises to his lips. I twirl around the pole, keeping my smile playful and seductive. I hope it masks the anger I feel toward him but then again, there's no anger in this room. I'm Red, and she does her job.

They were incredibly rich and the Manor is a living proof to that. Though they were elites, the Reds and their loyal subjects were knit-tight and they all look at Henry as their leader for a good reason. He is the Alpha of the Red Manor, one of the five strongest packs that existed in the country and Henry’s condition was still a mystery both to Francis and the rest. He woke up one day feeling so ill and it spiraled downhill from there.

Something that hadn’t been there when she’d packed that morning. She reached for it slowly. A small token, carved from dark wood worn smooth with age. Threaded through the centre of it was a single cord. Red. Deep and unmistakable. Myla turned it over in her fingers. Her wolf went absolutely still. She didn’t know what it meant. She didn’t know who had placed it there or why. She didn’t know why the sight of that small red cord made something pull tight deep inside her chest, like a thread being drawn toward something just out of reach.