Red An Novels & Stories

RED INK EP 19: Subtle anomaly The hospital was a huge one, probably government sponsored. It was a six-storey building which was termed "the glass house" because of the appearance it gave. It had an enormous compound space for parking, even an underground parking lot where the ambulances and workers' cars were licensed to park— that was where Aurora was switching off the engine of her SUV, proceeding to check her fuel guage; she figured she had enough to take her around the city for the rest of the week...if she was not traveling.

I had carried it for seven cruel months, so what if he decides to pour his anger on us? My fear intensified when the watch on my wrist began blinking red. I could remember Ryan telling me a few things about the watch before he gave it to me. He said if it began blinking red, it means danger, or whoever I was with is dangerous. If it's blinking red and black, whoever I was with has evil intentions towards me, but if it isn't blinking at all, it's fine, whoever I was with doesn't care about me. If it's blinking blue and red, whoever it was with is in love with me. My mate was deeply in love with me, because my watch always blinks blue and green whenever I was ar

It blinked red. HER stomach dipped. “Oh— maybe I didn’t—” She tried again. Red. Again. Red. Her pulse picked up. “I… I don’t think it’s working.” Adrian’s expression didn’t change, but a muscle twitched in his jaw. He took the badge from her gently, testing it himself. Red. Ethan appeared behind them, silent as a shadow. “Her clearance isn’t active yet,” he said. Adrian didn’t turn. “It should have been processed this morning.”

Painted in the same pale hospital white as the original building, except for the stripe running along the wall at shoulder height. Red. Not bright red. Dark red. Wine-dark. Dried-blood red. The red room corridor. Elena knew it before she took her first step. Not because she remembered it clearly. Because her body did. Her pulse spiked. Her shoulders locked. Something primal and furious rose in her spine. Adrian saw it instantly. He stepped in front of her slightly, not blocking her, just enough to force her to slow down. “Elena.” “I’m fine.” “No, you’re not.”

He was typing on his phone, his thumb moving furiously. “You’re late,” I said, standing up. I smoothed the skirt of my vintage floral dress—a dress I knew made me look frumpy, but Randell had once said he preferred “modest” women. Randell stopped walking. He didn’t look up from his screen. “I’m working. Go to bed.” “It’s our fifth anniversary, Randell.” He finally looked up. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, held zero emotion. No guilt. No affection. Just mild irritation, like I was a software update popping up at an inconvenient time.

Rose got up early in the morning, got ready as usual in her favorite color and favorite dress, a red long frock. Since childhood she likes red the color most. When her mom was alive, she used to make her wear red color on her every birthday and after her demise, her caretaker, aunty Mona, Laura’s mother carry on this tradition. When she has grown-up enough to get ready by herself, she only wears red dresses on her birthday specially frocks.

I ask, swiftly before I lose my confidence. Roman raises both his brows before grinning, "Of course love" His eyes quickly go over the shelf where the colorful bottles of nail polish are arranged then he lifts like index finger and points, "That one" Grace looks at the shelf then at Roman, "Which one, Sir?" She asks, unsure. I'm unsure too. "The red one, red is her color" Roman responds then goes back to his phone. Grace looks at me with wide eyes and a faint blush, I'm sure I look same.

Aleena’s POV . Because of the date now, I had to unpack two of my bags and take out all the red dresses which I had with me. If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent

I said gently. "I'm asking you to leave. "Turn around." He remained turned away and I removed my hand from his arm Stepping next to him, I reached out to grab his jaw quickly and turned him to face me. What I saw will forever be engrained in my memory. His eyes were dark, but the firelight allowed me to notice that his irises and pupils were the same size. It looked as if the white parts of his eyes had been bleeding as they had been replaced by a deep red color that had spread to make the lavender in his

“How long has this been going on Fen!” Fen lets out a guttural scream of pain. Panic has my eyes darting to Roman and I feel my blood pound in my ear the moment my gaze greets him. His eyes…. His eyes are red. Roman’s eyes glow a scarlet malevolent red. Fen’s scream of pain snaps me out of my shock and I dart in between them. I feel the force radiating from Roman graze me just the slightest bit before he pulls it back in but the pain that roars through my soul makes me almost pass out.