Red Flags In Guys Novels & Stories

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.

So, out of the blue, I say to Elbert, “Red Flag!” The way I sounded, I expect him to know what it means. I expect him to stop talking and ask me what is wrong, maybe try to placate me a little, apologize for his wrongs, and let us start on a fresh slate. However, it’s sad that a cute person like Elbert is a whole lot of red flags within. Instead of all of these, Elbert only pauses, looks at me, then out of the blue continues to talk again.

I really wanted to know. “ Calling it an obsession is kind of crazy though. I'd say that's just my spec,” he defended. “ Spec, you say? Okay,” I nodded my head. “ Anyway, it's nothing like that. I just find girls with red hair attractive, just the way some girls find men with chin clefts attractive. It's just what it is, no reason,” He shrugged trying to make it make sense. “ Do you have your preferences in men?” He asked.

His snort made me look over his way again. “She knows; they always do. They have radar when a threat is around.” “Okay, so she knows. So what?” “Boy, dafuq, you can’t be that fucking green. If you let some other female do some shit, you won’t let your woman do that’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull. Make that ten red flags. That’s one of the top ten things you don’t do to your woman unless you’re seeking death.” “It’s not that serious, Lyon, don’t exaggerate.” He’s back to seeing Silla as some Amazonian who’s going to overpower me and run my shit the way his wife does is, as well as the wives of the others here, it seems.

I felt an undeniable attraction, much deeper than physical appearances, and I didn't know why. His aura was one that was a mixture of deep red and a slight translucent gray. The red came from him being grounded and a realist. Someone who is strong and independent. While the gray meant he was guarded, protected from things that he felt he had control over. He had other mixtures but those two colors were the most prominent and that, again, made me nervous.

He moved closer, stopping right before me the heat of his arousal and that damn unique cologne of his messing with my nerves and sense the more. “You always watch me like something you want to touch all over and not just my tattoos and hair but aren’t allowed to. Who or what is holding you back, Red?” “Nothing’s holding me back. I just don’t want to,not every girl is willing to rip her pants off for you the moment she sets eyes on your sexy body ” I muttered with false bravado, the lie ringing loud and clear.

We have been walking for about ten minutes and it feels like it has just been seconds. "Why are we talking about that asshole? We should be talking about us..." he winks. "You know... You plus Me... We." I just laugh at that. "You are not my type, Flex." He holds his chest and gasps, gawking at me. "Did you just!" "Leather jacket + ripped jeans + Mohawk + too cute = Trouble." I've seen guys like Flex in college. They are heartbreak ambassadors and they sleep around and complain about their girlfriends being nothing but "crazy psychos"! Thank God I never dated one. I learnt from other girls' experiences.

Hell, I dоn’t know, but he сеrtаіnlу hаѕ truѕt іѕѕuеѕ, and he needs tо gеt іntо аn аngеr management сlаѕѕ. I’vе nоt ѕееn a guy rеdlіnе thаt ԛuісklу for years. It’ѕ ѕсаrу. I’m trying tо blоw it оff, but I was ѕсаrеd. Hе scared mе.

Nova asked being stunned by the list Abigail said. Abigail nodded with a smirk. "Women are precious. Sure, some might be drawn to red flags, but most are looking for green flags. And if she's been hurt before, she'll be even more cautious about who she lets into her life. You can't blame her for that, many men have dark hearts so women are always careful around men, that's what my Mommy said."

He gestures at my room, but my heart still thumps louder, “you are making me want to do things I don’t ever want to do.” “Why did you come here?” I make myself ask, “Why make all the bother with the contract and the gold just so you can marry me?” “Because what I am feeling is strange.” Red answers, one of his hands tipping my chin, something like current rushes up my body, “You make me think about you even when I am about to sleep. I can’t bear the thought of another man touching you.” His hand snakes up my waist and my vision starts to blur. Red mumbles against the crook of my neck. “I don’t want any man looking at you like this and I always intend to keep what’s mine. I have told you befo