Red Flags In Guys Novels & Stories

I nodded a bit and was about to continue walking when I heard a voice. "How about playing with us?" It says. We quickly turned around to see who that person was, and then we saw three guys with their black clothes, smirking at us. I looked at them from head to toe. One has red hair, cool but it doesn't suit his skin color. One has a black hair, and I think he is the most handsome guy among the two and the other one has blonde hair, and for a guy, he is small. Are they wolves? A rogue specifically?

Okay, this guy doesn’t give me red flags and warning sirens so far. You know the stuff I’ve ignored in all my past relationships. But I won’t get ahead of myself. If we matched, there has to be something wrong with him. So far, he’s checking all the right boxes. He’s financially stable, my age, knows what it’s like to raise a kid solo, and is not only understanding but open-minded. Plus, he’s adorable with his answers. I won’t get my hopes up. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Their whole 'fit made them look like some cheap porno versions of Rowdyruff Boys. "Looks like Dasie is becoming a woman now~" The rest laughed at what red hair said. What makes me hate the red hair more is not just that they call my actual name. When they walk closer, the only dye in his hair is on the tip of his fringe hair, the streetlight over them emphasizing it. Disgusting. That sends signals to the ladies that his red flag is waving. Standing three feet apart from them, I scrunch my eyebrows and form a frown looking up at them. They are so tall that my heels aren't tall enough to level their chest. That's what happens if you stop drinking milk at 4'10.

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.

But I can see them swallowing hard, trying to avoid my gaze. “Yeah, sure,” one of them mumbles. “It’s, uh... rare.” I can’t hold it anymore. “It’s just hair, you idiots! It ain’t gonna fucking save her when someone’s trying to slit her throat.” “Still, man. It makes her sexy. The red. Fuck, it compliments her round ass as well.” That's it!

His hair was dyed purple and he had tattoos on both of his arms. "I don't know, he just gives me that wild sex type of a person," she giggled. "Oh I see where this is coming from," I laughed. "You, my friend, need to be laid. It's understandable. But that one could have an STI. How about you go for his friend? He looks more... Mature." "I just want someone to lick my pussy, and the purple guy looks like he might just know how," she grimaced as she got off her chair and approached the guys.

"Your blonde date! You should ask her out. It's obvious that you like her." "I do like her," I admitted to him, "but asking her out is just going to complicate things and I don't do complications. She's got way too many red flags and we're just not a good fit." I was done for the night. I grabbed my towel and water bottle, and I made for the door. "Red flags, really?" Mayorwa didn't seem fazed, "Nobody says you have to marry the woman. What kind of red flag would make you not even attempt to bag such an ass?" He shouted after me.

He sighed and asked, "What if he posted those pictures online?" "It's not new to me. I've faced worse than this. Why do you have to step into this? Did I ask for your help?" "Can't you date any normal guys? Why did you go for an asshole like him?" I let out a fake laugh asking, "Maybe it's my thing. Always going for the red flags." and when he let go of my collar, I coughed and continued, "I don't need your help. If you want to help me, just go back."

goddess, what kind of evil temptation is this? Will he cut my dick off? Will he kill me during the act? Are you trying to teach me to trust my gut because my dick is winning the argument right now? It likes the thought of being percy’s first too much to listen to all the red flags and warning signs being thrown my way. “I’m fine. I want to prove this sex thing doesn’t mean anything. It’s over hyped, i might hate it... and then you can quit it with the stares you send my way.”

My eyes widened. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" "You're blowing this out of proportion, Bernice," he said. "We're just different, Genesis. I have boundaries. And I don't want to be involved with someone who screams red flag!" "Red flag?" he repeated, stunned. His grip tightened and he suddenly pulled me into his chest. He held me close, his breath brushing against my face. "You know what red flags do?" he whispered darkly.