Red Flags In Guys Novels & Stories

These San Francisco Boys do not get jealous. “She’s not wrong,” Kiara adds. “He’s definitely one of the best-looking men alive.” She flicks her gaze over my brothers. “But he’s just as dysfunctional as the rest of you.” Logan only pouts. “You lot … you’re those kind of guys … the ones your mom warns you about,” the redhead says thoughtfully. “The ones you know you should avoid — but can’t. And then your heart gets shattered into tiny little pieces.” Ouch. Accurate.

He is staring at me, his eyes darker than usual, and I can tell that he just wants to grab me right then. I tilt my head innocently, focusing back on the pages. My teeth clench when I see in the preferences section, he’s crossed out the word ‘preference’ and just written ‘the Red Head with the mask. No exceptions.’ “Hard no’s are needles, genital torture, pony play and fluid play?” I ask, with a glance up at him. He nods. I scan back down the list. “Average is knives, denial… Your answer for voyeurism and cuckolding intrigues me.”

I take a step back as they get close. I snap my head to the right when the shortest amongst the three speaks. “Are you sure, miss? It looks to us like you’re lost.” I gasp in fear when the one with a tattooed arm gets extremely close. “Would you like some directions?” “No, I said I’m fine. I’m perfectly capable of finding my way.” I eye the men suspiciously. I’ve met predator men, and these men have all the red flags. Quickly, I turn around, ready to distance myself from them. But as soon as I turn, I find one of the men suddenly in front of me. I jerk back, startled.

Reighnard said with daring eyes. "I wouldn't dare yet, at least not till I'm stronger than you. You lot are legends aren't you? But not yet anyway." The boy's words confused them even more, "But if I am interested in any of you it will be those two." He pointed at Tommy Stormblood and the new guy. "That's all I wanted to say. The Red Flags also wanted me to say this. 'We would like to have that drink with you sometime'." The boy then turned and walked away. "Wait!" Steronick yelled out, "Is that it?"

I roll my eyes hearing that, “What’s the real problem, Luca? Everybody wants to be with someone, that’s how nature works.” “I don’t have a problem,” he jumps off the kitchen counter before standing in front of me, “I’m the problem, Soph. I’m the definition of red flags.” I laugh hearing his confession, “Glad you get that figured out. Because you’re what an asshole looks like in a form of a man.” “You’ve got red flags waving too, Sweetie.” He makes a mocking face, especially when he calls me Sweetie. “Now that we’re together, what then?”

On the way, Red said, "I don't trust you." "What?" "With such skills, God knows how many women you have swayed." "I never swayed any woman." He defended. "Then how in the hell are you too good with it?" Red asked. "It's a trait." He shrugged. She narrowed her eyes to him, "Don't tell me you are like Christian Grey. I don't make love, I fu-" "For God's sake, Red, don't compare me with him. I neither have a girlfriend nor any woman to play with in my life." He said, getting annoyed.

This one’s a Blonde, slightly older, and standing on a golf course with a golden retriever. “Golf is a red flag,that’s for like old people ” I say flatly. She laughs so loudly that a few heads turn in the cafe. We’re sitting at our usual spot near the window, laptops open in front of us as a decoy for the real mission: husband hunting. “Okay, so no gym guys, no golf dads, no men who say ‘I work hard, play hard.’ You’re narrowing your pool quite fast, .” “Good,” I mumble, sipping my iced coffee. “If I have to marry someone on a contract , it at least has to be someone I can at least tolerate for the rest of my life.”

I knew that there was a one hundred percent possiblity of her saying something like that, and she definitely did not disappoint. But Nate is not Jason. Nate is different, and I choose to believe that. One lesson my past relationship with Jason taught me is to always not disregard the red flags. No human being is perfect, but some are just spawns of the devil. I am not saying that Jason is a spawn of the devil, but there were so many red flags he possessed in the start of our relationship then that I ignored just to continue being with him. I was so obsessed with him, loving him like a fool despite how he continued making me feel like I was forcing myself into being stuck in a one sided love

It's always guys with obvious red flags I get attracted to . And I liked it.

Alpha Draven, with his broad shoulders and honed biceps, towered over the three girls standing in front of him. His eyes, ordinarily sloppy and hazel, were suddenly a flaming red. His look was so intense that anyone would have cowered in dread. He was clearly not a man to be messed with.