Red Dead Redemption Novels & Stories

He was trying for her to feel what he was feeling. "Lily I... I have committed many sins in my past. I have killed mercilessly. I've ruined many people's lives just for fun. Most importantly, I have betrayed people. And I regret that. All of that." He took a deep breath gazing into her loving eyes. "I want someone to pull me out of this guilt. Sometimes I want nothing more than to cry my eyes out because I'm tired of carrying this strong facade. But I can’t." He sucked in a deep breath before continuing to speak “Will you do that for me? Will you pull me out of this guilt? Can I trust you with my deepest secret? Will you promise not to judge me for what I have done?" His eyes were begging fo

He was completely exhausted as he crashed down on a vacant chair. His phone rang again abruptly. He brought out his phone to see who the caller was, his phone ID showed 'Mr. Red.' Mr. Red was one of the most loyal friend to Vladimir and after a war with werewolves years ago, Mr. Red had volunteered to be in charge of the regional secret house here in Los Angeles.

Maybe no one would even find my body. Damn it! I needed another plan. I licked my lips, my mind racing. Somewhere in my tangled thoughts, I noticed something weird—my lips... they still felt like a kiss. Like a man’s kiss. Like Ryder’s? And that confused me more than anything else. "Open access to what?" I asked, still trying to keep up. "The Red Forest!" he repeated, clearly annoyed, making sure I didn’t mishear this time. Ryder scoffed, like he had expected my reaction. "A land rich in natural resources. Ever heard of it?"

He asks, giving a flirtatious smile and I speak coldly. "Red" "Just Red? As in the colour red?" "As in the blood Red." He chuckles nervously.And my eyes search for Logan. Where is he? "So Red. Tell me. What are your hobbies...like what do you like doing in free time?" Staring back at him coldly, I take a sip from my drink. Replying. "Killing. I love killing bastard of men in my free time." He stares dumbfounded. His Adams apple moves as he gulps and looks at me in disbelief.

Alpha of the Redmaw pack. He is a nightmare made flesh. He is massive. Taller than Kieran, broader even than Basov. His skin is a roadmap of scars. White, jagged lines that tell the story of a life spent in constant warfare. He wears furs that look mangy and armor made of boiled leather and scavenged steel. But his eyes are intelligent. That is the thing people forget about Redmaw. They think they are mindless beasts. Beasts don’t survive in the Wild Lands. Only the cunning do.

She chuckled before calling everyone inside the house. I watched as Charlie run inside the comfy looking house. "You're a fan of illegal underground fights?" Adam asked beside me. Facing him, I nodded. "For Reed Langston, aka LANGSTER then yes. But I prefer wrestling though." He raised an eye brow, "You've never heard of RED?" "I know the color." I rolled my eyes. He frowned, "No, I mean, the Red." The Red? Is he high? I shook my head no. He continued, "The Almighty Red? Hot Fire-y Red?"

"You called me Mr. Jordan?" "Sorry for the suddenness of it, Ruby; I need your help," Mr. Jordan said nervously, pacing beside the fireplace. "A favor?" Ruby frowned. "Like what?" "In the southern region, the red wolf population is precarious, near extinction. Their main pack, called REDCA, is hiding something. After I traced it, the main pack has an illegal partnership with an evil witch named Madam Jenn," Mr. Jordan explained, "I've been carefully checking the witch's background secretly for a year now, and I've found out her purpose. She's after an important girl."

“Continue.” The scream came again, louder this time. Choked off halfway through. Gunshots followed. I didn’t know the sound then. Not really. We trained with old blades, with rope, with bare hands. The world Outside might as well have been a storybook. But the sound of metal rage ripping through air is something you recognize even if you’ve never heard it before. Mother Elara’s hand tightened on my shoulder, nails digging into my skin. “Stay,” she breathed. My instincts screamed the opposite.

I called but was met with silence. I wrapped the towel tightly around my check and walked over to it. There was a card on top of the box and I sat on the bed and read. 'Red, Can't wait to see you in them. You always look stunning. Love, Jack' I took it out of the box and gasped at how beautiful and soft it was. "Oh my god," I chocked out and ran my hand through it. It was a beautiful red dress with a low v neck and a low back and a high slit. There was also a pair of black shoe with red crystals on it.