Red An Novels & Stories

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off

Anna wore a red dress which was a little short from her knees. The colour of the dress fit perfectly with her pale skin. The dress fit her beautifully. It looks elegant, and the colour brightens her skin. The simple design of the dress made her look very elegant and fancy. She curls the ends of her hair. She also put light makeup. And the rest of the accessories. And walked out with a bright smile. She was eager to show herself to Rean. When she walked out of the room, she was face to face with Rean.

I stuffed my fists into my pockets and leaned against the back wall of the elevator, trying to calm down and think rationally. Seth started talking, his words to dissolve the tension in the small space, directed at the redhead who stood beside us, oblivious to the fact that he had been so close to death at my hands a few seconds ago "You must be Forrest Ashford am I right?" The red head turned to him, a polite smile on his face "Yes I am" he paused and his brow furrowed "but I don't think we've met before" Seth was quick to answer, smiling his client winning smile "No, we haven't, we're distant cousins of the bride" he paused and added after a quick glance at my scowling face "Very distant

I know that she understands Red and that she understands my troubles as well, but she was just being careful with the words she wanted to say since she already talked with Red. “You just need to support and enlighten Red. He’s selfless and strong, but sometimes he makes stupid decisions that could get him in trouble. You’re both leaders, so you should understand him and help him as well,” she said then kissed my forehead.

Someone had broken the lock. He immediately opened the drawer and fished through the various papers that were stocked in it, when a specific paper caught his eyes. More likely a picture. He gently grabbed the picture and what he saw made his blood boil. It was a picture of Lily and Rose laughing together. To be honest it was a very lovely picture. What made his blood boil was the Red Cross drawn over it with a marker. Dante knew what this meant. Whoever it was, he knew about the girls.

"Wow. You sound just like Dyl right now." "Ugh! You are just as frustrating as he is. Seriously, what's with the color red?" "Okay okay. Red is Dylan's favorite color. It drives him insane. That's why Gwen wears red most of the time when she's with Dyl. She knows he can't resist red." "I'm never wearing red again." I sighed. I didn't want him to think of me as desperate. "Alena, I know Dylan hasn't been the nicest of people to you, but I have some things I want to share with you," Ezra said, and I could see he was now in a serious mood. "Dylan told me about the day we came back from Paris."

“She was looking right at me, Orion. Her eyes weren’t yellow. They were red.” I staggered back a step, disbelief hitting me like a punch to the gut. Red eyes. Only alphas had red eyes. Ravenna is an alpha? how?

What was I thinking when I tried to challenge him? "I...I simply mean that I am as qualified for the Job as everyone else that is present here, so I don't understand why I'm being sent away, Mr Adrian." "You will refer to me as 'Alpha' " The Infuriating man warns, standing right in front of me. Up close, I can see the clear color of his eyes. A special shade of gold with flecks of sky blue. It's extraordinary. Adrian Raven is a beautiful man. Too bad he's more of a Jerk. I can see why he has such a bad reputation.

Deep red, the color of arterial blood or old brick, with a stylized bird in the center. RedHaven. The username belonged to someone Ravyn had never met and never expected to meet. Someone who existed in the layered, encrypted, carefully anonymous world of the dark web—a contact who'd been there when she'd first found her way into those spaces, who'd helped her understand the landscape, who'd connected her with work when she was desperate for money and couldn't use conventional employment, who'd listened when she'd talked obliquely about the son she was trying to find and had promised, more than once, that they might be able to help.

Red lights bled across the pitch black walls. The man at the entrance smiled politely. "Band Color?" Zane's eyes drifted to the tray the man gestured at. It laid out three options for the doms. Red. Yellow. Green. Zane brows furrowed in thought. Red meant he wasn't interested in anyone at the club and brought someone else to enjoy privately. If he had a sub with him, and he chose the red band, his sub would be given a white one--which signified, taken. Clearly, Zane came alone and so that was out of his options.