Paint It All Red Novels & Stories

A breath slips free of my lips. “Tessa.” She strides toward me. “Are you okay? Did the guards hurt you?” Her palms gently touch my skin and shoulders, checking for wounds. “No. I am good.” My lips answer. “How did you do it?” Jay questions. “The only thing I am good at is making chemicals. The blue paint is a strong chemical mixed with a red one. The water drains the red chemical first, then blue.” “We can clean them in hot water and the original red color will be back.”

“Ummm ... are you going to try to redecorate it next?” I slapped his chest. “Maybe. It’s pretty doom and gloom. It could use some color.” Zander kicked open his door and sat me down at the foot of his bed. “You can paint it pink—I don’t care, as long as you’re here with me.” He left me standing at the foot of his bed. I watched his big frame dig in his nightstand, and pull out something red.

All three brothers agreed without hesitation, not a moment's doubt in their voices. Red had once been the color we all hated most because it reminded us of blood—of the day we lost our parents. Those decorations she called " tasteless " were items I had carefully chosen for our home. While my brothers were busy with pack duties and rarely home, I had spent countless hours trying to create a warm, welcoming atmosphere in the place we shared. The physical pain combined with this emotional betrayal made me dizzy. I struggled to stay upright, fighting not to collapse, when a strong hand suddenly steadied me.

“You are lying. I didn’t hear you because you couldn’t speak. Something in St Patrick blocks you from being in my body.” Red. A red so deep and different from what I have always known. It was like fire orange or engine red, I didn’t know which. I only knew it was the most nerve racking thing I have ever seen in my entire life. The pure hatred in those gaze, I would have dropped dead if it wished it. I knew that as surely as I knew my own name.

Red thinks they went to Valhalla. Naomi goes quiet. Then, softly: I’m sorry, Nate. I know this is hard. On all of you. But we’re at the gates of Valhalla. Come here. We’ll make a plan. Maybe we can find a way to reach those in Tartarus. No! I’m not leaving without Nyx! Nathan snaps. And I know that look on his face. Years of training him taught me what it means: he’s made up his mind, and nothing will change it.

Tears run down my cheeks, and I hold my head in my hands as ruthless images haunt me. Why did grandma have to leave? She's not here to hold me and wipe away my sorrows. I'll always have this heavy darkness in my heart, and it will eat away everything I have in me. *** Henry was right about the paint staining. My face, neck, and hands are still tinted red. I take another shower, scrubbing and scrubbing at my skin, hoping it’ll go away. By the time I step out, my skin is raw and sore. However, the red tint didn't fade, not even a little bit.

I heaved a sigh and went upstairs again, eyeing Alessandro’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.

Velvetouch, maybe even a Kolinsky or two. The paint? Golden Fluid Acrylics. Not all of them, but enough. The essentials. Crimson. Indigo. Antique gold. Obsidian black. The kind of colors that made your heart race just imagining what they’d look like on canvas. The glass palette had fingerprints on it… like someone had tested it out, just to make sure it was perfect. I stepped closer. My knees were weak. My chest, tightening. It was everything I loved. Everything I couldn’t afford.

"Get your aromatic pork! 60 dollars for an ounce! Once you taste it, you'll be back for life. I'll only cut the meat after you've paid. It's limited to two ounces per customer." With a subtly sweet scent, the meat was a vibrant, gorgeous red, slicked with an enticing, glossy finish. "Me! Cut mine for me first!" "There's a limit? I'll go get my wife!" … In less than half an hour, the meat was all gone, so I closed up the stall. Sitting in my room, I drank a cup of tea. Then I changed my clothes, picked up the iron hook, and headed to the backyard. Under the pale moonlight, the huge jar was dark red, bordering on black.

Do your boss have any family?” Erica questioned Aslam “No miss it’s only him and few servants and guards” Aslam replied as they all finally reached last step “Fuck…” mike and erica both cursed in unison by standing on top 200th step, it was then the reluctantly saw a abundance ‘Red coloured palace’ standing tall and proud in front of their eyes, Mike , Erica and Meenakshi all kept staring at traditional Indian palace which was completely covered in bright deep red coloured walls also it was surrounded by a unimaginable vast garden which had thousands of flowers around which there were hundreds of butterfly flying around, the view they were witnessing was simply majestic, their whole surround