Red An Novels & Stories

I take his hand with a small thank you then stand next to him. "Thank you all for coming here..." I start. I'm not really good at making speeches but I try giving a two sentenced speech before turning and holding the rope that keeps the banner in place. I tag at it before the red cloth drops revealing. The Red Flags Exclusive Club making me gasp. Aiden didn't want me to see the name. "It suits it. Don't you think?" he asks standing behind me. I nod absentmindedly admiring the words. "Why would you do this?"

We reach Elsa and low and behold, she is standing right in front of a spring! "I swear it's a miracle Eden! It's a miracle! We are not going to die!!! We won't die! We have found water! See! It's real water! I even tasted it! Come see! We can finally have a bath!!!! Eden I swear we will get a promotion!" She screams joy flowing out of her. I stand grinning at her excitement and she drags me to the spot where the water is flowing out of the ground and she starts splashing me with it.

“I didn’t take you for a gold digger either.” “I AM NOT!” Aian exclaimed frustratingly. He tried to calm down and had to take several deep breaths until his heart didn’t feel like it would jump out of his throat. He looked over to the filing cabinet on the other side of the room, avoiding their eyes, and mumbled out. “He’s my twin flame.” Silence reigned and Aian looked back to see both of the men staring at him, uncomprehending. “He’s my twin flame,” he said, louder this time. “He’s the one on the other end of my red string.”

It feels good, but it does nothing to clear my mind. The water turns red as it swirls down the drain, and I stare at it, thinking about all the blood that’s been spilled because of this mess. My mother’s, Morana’s, hell, even mine. And now, with this Marle bullshit, it feels like we’re on the edge of something much bigger.

I wasn’t in the habit of damaging things I meant to use. “You… burned,” she said after a moment, voice small. She glanced at my hand like it offended her. “When you touched it.” I turned my palm over, flexing my fingers. A faint, angry red circle still lingered where the symbol had seared my skin. Not a normal burn. No blister, no broken flesh. Just a mark, like the ghost of a brand that didn’t belong to me. “It’s nothing,” I said. It wasn’t nothing. Across from us, in the front passenger seat, Rian twisted slightly to look back. Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying.

Orange started next to blow her trumpet: "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you." Red could stand it no longer he shouted out: "I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of lo

I've sent so many mails--all silly ass questions related to the meetings I'm to attend in his stead tomorrow. But I don't care about the meetings. Why won't he just respond, so I know everything is alright? The restlessness rising in me is from Ezra. She hates that he isn't here, in New York. She hates that he is so far out of reach that the bond feels void on the other end. And it is driving me nuts. Maybe an outing with Ray is what I need to get my wits about me. *********** Red. It is what I chose to wear and embody tonight. It is how I feel. Red. Dangerous. Angry as hell. I channeled all of my anger and frustration into my preparation for tonight's outing.

He knows I’m buying some time here, and he’s heeding none of my requests. I hummed and reached for the flowers delicately arranged in white and yellow Korean mesh flower wrapping paper, settling them on top of my desk. Rylee’s gaze remained on me as I stared at the roses blankly. Evan’s gift is the first one I’ve ever accepted from all that came in for me, and Nate’s is the second one. The man I love and the man I’m loathing, such is the irony of life. A red card tucked between the rose’s leaves and stems dangles like a warning flag. Reaching for it, one thorn glided along the back of my forefinger, drawing a long searing burn, creating a long slit on my skin.

Ace's eyes move towards a laughing jack, he walks towards him and jack notices him. " here comes the pussy, " Jack says and he laughs at his remarks. " Ace, " Andrew calls and hands Ace his sunglasses. Jack was peeking at them in curiosity. Ace grabs it and backs away. " get up, " Andrew demand while looking at jack. Jack chuckles and looks at his friends while standing. " Aw, you brought your buddy, " Jack says while looking at Ace. His friends are laughing like idiots. Let's say that Jack was all purple and blue after about five minutes.

Herminia placed her hand on her forehead, “how many times should I tell you colors doesn’t matter, I only followed because—" “No, it matters a lot, Herminia…” Flavius interrupted as he stared into Herminia’s hazel eyes, “red, green, brown, blue, orange, purple, yellow, pink, greenish-brown you name it, each and every one of them have their behavioristic psychology. And we all know my favorite among them is red— red means danger—and strength—and passion—and ambition—and—" Jared interrupted, “Caneloveft?” Flavius turned to him, “Lord Jared?”