Novel & Cerita Red Flags In Guys

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.

RED Handsome, wealthy, intelligent, and noble, with six-pack abs, and single. That is how the majority of people characterize me. That's right, you read it correctly. I am the epitome of wealth and perfection. But I'm a young master who isn't easily seduced by any woman. Especially if she is the sort of woman who enjoys drinking and going to bars, and especially a woman who wants to use me as a bargaining chip. I won’t be easily seduced by those hot cheeks with hot thighs, but I can't deny that sometimes there are women who catch my attention. However, when I learn more about their lifestyle, they immediately turn into a huge red flag in my eyes.

“Let us just say it is inbuilt… but I will do my best to hold it in, yeah? I have been looking forward to seeing you again.” I was the one narrowing my eyes at him now. Inbuilt in him? What the hell did that mean? Basically he wanted what he wanted and he wouldn’t change? That seemed like a bit of a red flag… I raised my gaze, to be met by his beautiful deep brown eyes watching me almost anxiously. They were truly stunning. So dark they were almost black in the lights of the bar. I was almost mesmerized by them. He was so handsome. What was a red flag? It wasn’t like anything was ever going to happen between the two of us, was it…

moods were counted as a heck of a fringe benefit, even if they were infrequent. Normally Red's desires flipped on and off at random. However, Sam knew the how to flip the switch in "Yes" mode. It involved a potion (Red Bull with a Pink chaser) along with the magical incantation: "Drink this." Red really liked these little detours into the physical world that Sam arranged for her, she just hated dealing with the social chit-chat stuff before and after that was inevitable when dealing with non-geeks. On the other hand, in the real world Red felt she needed the painful chit-chat to screen out the folks who were thinking about her stump in a sexual way. As an attractive female she drew more than

Then, the swiping begins. “He likes your favorite book,” Heather says. I shake my head. “He’s got those veiny muscles. They make me think about drawing blood too much. Next.” Next. Next. The guys with blond hair and blue eyes still look too much like Ryan. The guys that pose shirtless scream “misogynist.” The guys that pose with half-unbuttoned shirts and books scream “misogynist in disguise.” We even find one guy who would normally be exactly my type, a homebody who’s not too muscular or too pretty. I stare at him for a few seconds, willing something to come to life and make me want to go out with him. Nothing.

We discussed the red flags in men, and I talked to her about the male perspective. "As I mentioned to you before in the library, women have very high expectations that have nothing to do with reality. Believe it or not, we hear what we want to hear... Look at Warner's case; he was an idiot who stuck to his ways but ended up adhering to what he really wanted."

“I’m afraid I’ve been with the bigger grays for so long that the reds look puny.” He stilled his hands. “You’ve been in touch with some, Diana?” “At . . . at the zoo.” “What?” “Two men. About our age. They said they’d break me out. One urinated along the fence line. Didn’t you catch his odor?” Hell and damnation. Fisting his hands in her hair, he knew damn well what the red intended with his actions. “The breeze must have shifted.” Damn his bad luck. Not only would the reds frown on another male lupus garou tresp assing, but a gray trying to take a red to another wolves' territory wouldn’t set well with them. You should have told me.”

He carries the scent of an alpha male. Freddy let out a sigh "Frank what have you gotten yourself into this time." Frank is always getting himself into something. I'm sure more then these males want to give him a beating. "It's not my fault that this guy has bad timing. The day he found his mate he found her with me in a club bathroom." I look over at Frank to see him looking at the guy with that stupid smirk on his face. The guy let out a growl, his eyes turning black as teeth and claws come out.

I couldn’t help but think back to all of the things that he had done for me over the past couple of weeks, and guilt settled heavily on my chest. I was just adding to his workload, making his days harder and his nights longer. “How do I get him not to worry about me? I don’t need to be another thing on his fix-it list.” I said, before biting my tongue when I remembered Lydia’s favorite saying. There were three types of men in the dating world. Mr. Fix-it, who always wanted to save or change you, Mr. Fuck-it, who was only in it for sex, and Mr. Fake-it, who played the perfect man until he thought he had you good and trapped with a marriage and kids, then showed his true colors.

He blinks several times as if trying to make sense of what's just happened but thankfully the redhead has moved fast and the kids are all gone, which means I can make a move. “You need to leave. This is your last warning.” I roll my shoulders and clench my fists; my wrist twinges and reminds me I have an injury but I’ll be damned if I’m walking away now just because I have a sprain. “I don’t hit females.” The man growls; he looks up to show me his eyes are bright yellow, there isn’t a single other colour in those neon eyes. I’ve never seen a shifter with eyes like that before.