Red And Black Hearts Novels & Stories

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

I am older, but I am weak and useless to them. I may be all of those things, but I am not stupid and I most certainly do not give up just easily. If I cannot get the recognition that I wanted and deserved alone, then I am dragging someone into this. And I am not the least bit conscientious. Eliana Deere, daughter of the admired by many Boss R, the one and only heiress to the throne, you will be mine. And you will make me the most successful pack leader in all of the vampire history.

I said, thoughtfully. “Nice to meet you, girl in Indian red,” he answered, as we shook hands briefly. “It’s crimson red, actually,” I disagreed. Painting was my passion and I knew the names of the colors. He raised an eyebrow, while starting the engine. “I think it’s Indian red.” “No, Indian red is lighter than this dress. It’s crimson.” I explained like a nerd. “Okay, I will see it again when there is more light. To be continued,” he joked and I sighed, shaking my head at his response.

I guess that booth helped people somehow even if it was a bit of corny. "Ella Taron?" I stood up after I heard my name being called. The receptionist told me which room I would go to, then I went inside the hallway. I found the said office where "Fixing Hearts Request" printed on the paper and sticking at the door's window. I knocked on the door twice and the door opened. And that familiar face of a man stood in front of me. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a black vest on it, he was taller than I expected, wearing glasses and his long hair was lying on his neck. He looked so attractive from his looks right now compared to the party. But from the looks on his eyes, he looked re

she moans, scratching her nails down my back, grabbing my ass, and pulling me in even deeper. “Oh, fuck, Emerald…” I feel myself nearing the edge. I kiss her lips again, then move down to kiss my mark, our mark. It’s a beautiful red heart, with a heart-shaped emerald inside it, and both are encased in gold vines. It’s perfect. It’s us. It’s our love.

Eva said on the phone. “But you said that there was a Crimson Red before right?” Amy asked “Yes boss” “And now you are saying that there's just one Mafia ring? I don't get you Eva” Amy said. “I'm sorry boss. As at the time of Crimson Red, Black hearts weren't established. So when Crimson Red Don died and his son refused to take over, Andrew Richardson formed the Black Hearts that took over the underworld. So now, there's no Crimson Red, but there's Black Hearts.” Eva said.

He blocked himself, covering her body from his. A loud crashing was heard. Danielle and Anthony was under the pile of woods. Under the rumbles, Danielle turned to face him. Her body was lying on the ground. She touched his face and her heart was breaking as she looked at him struggling to keep them alive. “ Honey, I'm sorry! I love you!” Danielle cried silently. Her tears fell from her cheeks. “ It's okay, my love. I'm here. I love you more!” Anthony was pushing himself up while they were stocked inside the rumbles.

Red, the color of violence, rage, war, blood, the hue that defines passion, love, tenderness, lust astonished but sustains Brian McCoy’s personality splendidly, although I grant him more like a grey or black color guy, just like his disguises and cold behavior he carries all his life.

I asked as I sat beside Ethane. "Well that is just how we express our feelings here in the demon world and I just love the color black as well," Ethane tried to explain. "I still don't understand. Black means love or hatred or??" I asked in a confused look. "Love. Black means love and red means hatred," Ethane replied. "Does that mean you love me?" I asked with curiosity. "Don't be silly now," Ethane said as he pinched the bridge of my nose.

he greeted and kissed me on my forehead. "Good evening, Lucien." "Lucien..." My attention was shortly drawn to the man who called Lucien's attention. It's the Alpha of Crimson Pack, Drago Alessandrei Lestat. I can't help but stare at him. This is actually the first that I see him this close and Einah was right, the man screams danger. The smile he wears is not enough to mask the danger lurking behind his orbs. I wonder what made him like this? The Alpha eyed me with his cobalt orbs but I see no animosity in it. I gave him a smile and a nod to show my greetings. His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk.