Red An Mga Nobela at Kwento

Eyes roaming around, she picked a red one from the bulk where it was kept. “In RedShire Hunters Academy, we have blue uniforms, red, yellow, green, and purple. All of them have their meanings and reasons. Red is a color representing braveness, boldness, strength and at the same time, death.” A shudder went through Minerva's body as she listened to that last part. “But how do you know I'm brave or bold? I haven't come here before—”

They were bright red Mason????

A message from Marcus lit up the screen: "Let’s go out on a date, babe. I’m done with the meeting. Come meet me at Donald’s Restaurant. Wear something red for me." A small smile curled on Raven’s lips. It was unlike Marcus to ask her out like that—sweet, playful, even romantic. But before she could type a reply, another message came in... From an unknown number. "Don’t trust anyone. Not even the man asking you to wear red tonight. Check what’s inside the flash before you go anywhere." Raven’s blood ran cold. She stared at the message, heart thudding wildly in her chest. Her fingers trembled as she looked at the silver flash drive again.

Bright, human red. And it didn't stop.

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

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.

“This will do the trick.” It’s deep cherry red.

His teeth grind the more he stares at it. Red. Fucking. Roses. Of all the damn colors to send somebody, Tenz Jer'sey had to choose the one that makes his stomach churn and eyes sting. His fist tightens further. Red. The color that's supposed to be used by lovers.

I notice the exquisite red A necklace that hangs from her neck, and the color compliments her skin so well. I turn to Mr. Adair, and to say the least, he's perfect. He's so tall that I have to slightly lean my head back just to stare at him. He could easily be around 6'3. I wish I didn't make eye contact with him, because that 6ft man dressed in a dark blue Armani suit is drop dead handsome. Now that I can actually take a look at him, he's hands down the most handomest man I've ever seen.