Red Handed Denial Novels & Stories

As expected of her, Trisha followed his wordless command until she stood right in front of him, still dressed without any vision or hint of what could be underneath her dress. Denny let go of her hands to lean an elbow on his left armrest and cup his jaw on its palm, looking right into the beautiful girl mischievously smiling back at him. He gazed at her. But her face did not show any hints, so Denny tried to read the colors. If she is wearing a red dress, the possibility of her wearing a red lingerie under is too low. Possible, yes, but at a rate of 1 to 10 with 10 as the highest, he thinks red to red would only be 2 points. Which means the possibility of "not" is higher.

"N-No... just s-stop. I can't do this right now. W-We can't be... I can't---" "Ysobella, stop!! You might end up saying something that you shouldn't. You're both hurting and sensitive right now and whatever you say might affect both of you. You might end up rejecting Lucien." I faced Nereza after she said those. "H-How about m-me? I got rejected, too. Lucien doesn't want me in the first place... he--- he cut his red string knowing that his mate is still waiting. I g-got hurt. I lost my grandmother that night because of--- "

But at last there is a suspicion happened with rosy. Usually alish laptop had red color cover, but now it is in black covered. I can see there is a small chip attached to it. *****

Better safe than sorry, she'd thought. Ronald "Rowdy" Larson was an up-and-coming tennis star who'd been involved in a drunken bar brawl that had resulted in one man having permanent damage to his vision. In addition to the criminal trial, there would be a civil trial in which the victim would seek damages to the tune of millions of dollars. He was flanked at the defense table by Hemphill and Standifer.

Making an enemy out of the Raine family only meant one thing to a majority of the companies and industries in business—certain death. "No, please! Kelsey, please, I know now that I was wrong! But since we've been together for so long, don't you think that I deserve some leniency? Spare me, please—" I interrupted him and said, "I used to beg you like this too, back when I was locked in the basement and dying from the pain. And yet, you still instructed Dr. Walters to draw my blood. You never had mercy on me or my baby back then. So, this is what you deserve now, Mr. Aldrich Lohan."

I said, displaying it to him with my other arm. “Damnit, I…I must have snatched it by accident," he murmured, loosening my arm, but I was not about to let him go. "You certainly have horrible intentions; perhaps you simply want to kill me, what a husband I have," I murmured, twisting my arm, but the agony was too intense. “Ouch!" I said as he tried to hold my hand but I held back. "Let me —" "It is okay, I will manage; you may as well leave," I murmured, adding, ‘Brutal dog’ in the back of my brain.

I take his hand with a small thank you then stand next to him. "Thank you all for coming here..." I start. I'm not really good at making speeches but I try giving a two sentenced speech before turning and holding the rope that keeps the banner in place. I tag at it before the red cloth drops revealing. The Red Flags Exclusive Club making me gasp. Aiden didn't want me to see the name. "It suits it. Don't you think?" he asks standing behind me. I nod absentmindedly admiring the words. "Why would you do this?"

I say hopeful at the part that were narrowing down suspects. "Exactly. Now if you look at the second segment the only noticeable thing on this guy are the black gloves and the tattoo of a sword on his forearm poking out from underneath the gloves." I can't believe he was able to notice the tattoo on his arm, because neither I or Adair were able to. "I cross matched the gloves with glove companies and only the company Rebel sells them, well used to sell them." He clarifies. "Rebel?" I ask never hearing this name before.