Path Red Bluff Novels & Stories

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

She said in conclusion. Somira rolled on her bed until she was directly on top of Lawrence, kissing him so passionately... and she could feel him smile as their lips were touching each other's, and she didn't think of the day when he would be going back home, at the expiration of his contract date. "Everything about Adrien's Place was so amazing... With the waters rushing and flowing so beautifully at the waterfalls, even at the beach region… The sand there was so greatly and neatly arranged and warm enough to make you forget all about your worries if you have any... The waves of the waters... The breeze from the air... EVERY SINGLE THING... So amazingly awesome to its peak!

“So let’s get you marked, assign your seat in the bus and get your t-shirt. Um, your name is?” “Alex. Alex Croft.” “Let’s see. An a,” her fingers clicked a pen then she began searching for his name on the paper. “Alex Croft? That’s odd. You’ve been marked present already. Your ID, seat number and t-shirt has also already been collected.” “What? I literally just got here. How-” “Blue!” His voice was unnecessarily loud. So loud it attracted about a dozen people standing around him and at least a meter away from Alex.

Just as I was about to ask him to stop, I saw two of his men walking out of the bar with the redhead in toll and I knew she had fallen victim to their claws and there was no escaping from them. Those that tried to do so before her didn’t live to see the light of the next day. And judging by the way her eyes kept darting about, I knew she didn’t plan to go down without putting up a fight. That is a good spirit and I admire her more for her bravery.

Kyle was in a hurry to travel back to Tinker Town from Santa Rosa. He personally oversee the development of his business there. Carefully disguise himself to avoid being seen by Joshua Brooks people. His private plane has to take an emergency landing to load fuel to this tourist attraction town of Crimson Bay. It was known for it's beauty especially at sunset when the reflection of the setting sun gives the expression of the bay water turning to a reddish color.

Ralph looked at him and suggested with a smile, “It’s still early. Howard, since you’re not busy, why don’t Mabes take you for a stroll around Hawk River to see the night view?” Mable twitched her mouth embarrassedly. “Uh…” She wanted to refuse, but Howard agreed to it before she could. Ralph patted Mable’s shoulder. “It’s rare for Howard to visit. You must show him around as the host.” “...Alright.” Helpless, Mable could only agree with a smile. … Hawk River was where Mable and Blair went after eating hotpot two days ago. Since it was still early, many people walked along the brightly lit bank.

Everything in that place was strange, which did not hold back to amaze us. The cascade encased in red color thrilled us. Even the fruits and flowers were only black and red. For a time, we were all staring at each other. The soil in many areas was sunken where walking was almost impossible. Bell picked up bananas that fell on the ground. I even warned her, but the hunger was taking our lives off.

### Red Red knew what was coming, but still nothing could prepare him for the lancing pain it brought him to hear Misha fucking Lars. He knew he should’ve just run off, as far away as he possibly could within the infernal collar’s range, and busy himself fastidiously with hunting down some decent fresh meat. He needed to feed. He needed to KILL something. He meant to do all this noble and responsible things, he really did, but instead he found himself coming closer. The proverbial moth to the motherfucking proverbial flame. Like a man in a dream, he drifted slowly and inevitably closer to the sounds and smells of the incredibly unlikely couple fucking. He crested the final hill between them