Paint It All Red Novels & Stories

River frowns, unable to help the warm feeling that creeps inside his body as James holds him close. "I think that's just paint remover." James shrugs, intertwining his fingers that curl around River's waist. "Potato, tomato." River does his signature lopsided grin. James melts in his arms, but his eyebrows scrunch together. "That... makes no sense at all and I don't think that's the term, love." James narrows his gaze, pulling his head away to gaze down at River. "Just like paint remover and paint almost smelling the same." River smirks.

One more pile of problems and they’ll surely lose their minds. “Just do what I say. It is an emergency,” Light replied. Jet shakes his head in annoyance. “Don’t beat around the bush. Tell me specifically what is happening.” “Red Woods is in danger, Jet.”

Ever since that day they were annoying about everything. "Do they not know that I'm the King of Hell, bloody hell!" I gritted my teeth together looking around the room. Red fascinated me. There was just something about the colour. Blood, fire and everything lethal was red so I summoned the demons to take over the bodies of dead artists from the past and help me rebuild the place. It was against the law but it was my place. Every wall in the room was painted red and even the light in the rooms where bright red bulbs. Most of my faithful friends, I can count them on my hand gathers in the very red room for our meetings.

Rose looked around the room, taking the opportunity now that she was yet to be seen to scan the room and people. Tina had done wonders to the room, painting the ballroom with different mixtures of black, white, silver, gold and little bits of blood red. The outreached half wall, decorated with circular small mirrors was painted a deep red. The rest of the walls were each painted a different colour from the four colours.

Thea poured more into her glass and spiked it with poison. "Looks like I poured too much, Sir," Thea took off her mask and looked at the glass, a bit confused. Bilwin looked at Thea openly without shame. "Sir?" Her face slightly blushed with embarrassment at her mistake. "I think I've had too much to drink, would you trade it for mine?" Bilwin nodded. “Yes, yes… trade it for mine.” He took the glass in Thea's hand without hesitation. "Cheers!" "Cheers!"

I heaved a sigh and went upstairs again, eyeing Nikolai's bedroom door I headed towards mine. Not knowing what to do, I glanced at the nail polishes on my dresser. I sat on my bed and chose a bright red color, it made me feel bold and confident like I could just burst through his bedroom door and please him the way he did to me. I carefully put the red nail polish on my nails, the color resembled blood like the blood that gushed out of that man's body. I fanned my hands out while my nails dried, blowing on them until it’s good enough and then painted my toenails.

She tossed her cup into the trash, Anna following suit. Anna looked at me. " Red is totally your color." I knew it, my gut is never wrong. I sighed again, also tossing my cup in the trash. There was no getting out of it. "If we are going to do this, any color but red." Bella shook her head. "No, red is perfect. It's my brother's favourite. " Fuck my life.

-- The next day, I am obsessed with the color red, and this is like the party of every pauper’s dream. So, don’t blame me if I am dressed to kill. Applying my signature dark shade of red lipstick, and pinning my raven hair straight, letting the loose waves wash over my shoulders.

There is still one corner left. Perhaps this blank is meant to remind her that life isn't flawless and that there will always be flaws. Ada Wood throws brush and spray paint on the ground before lying down and staring at the blue sky. Originally, her world could not only be gray but also red. The brilliant red of her blood is the color of her life. This is the only artwork with color in it. Unlike the previous gray painting, this one is extremely bright and appears to be out of place. "You know what? For the first time, I realize how lovely the red of blood is."

Adjusting Justus in his arms , Marcus glanced towards Rithambara only to find creases of tension on her forehead while her eyes were transfixed on something. "Your highness! I can see something bothering you? May I get to know what is it? " The pause was so heavy that Marcus felt that Ritha didn't hear the question and he was about to repeat when Ritha moved her heated gaze from the suspect towards Marcus and spoke with an identified determination, "Today, either truth would paint future's canvas or despicable red would be the only prominent colour " (Author's Note : here despicable red colour symbolises impure blood of the conspirators. Gosh! I was forever stuck on this line and kept pacing