Red Heart Irresistible Yarn Novels & Stories

I will allow her to experience care and gentleness through my heart. I called her Scarlet. Despite her flings and one-night-stands, she is still a very strong-willed woman that does not allow herself to be broken. When I touched her, she felt the heat from me rushing into her more petite body, building an emotional bridge between us. She longed for a passionate session between us, which I willingly allowed. She was my first, and I let the rush of passion between us in my demon body. Making love to her slowly, I satisfied her needs and appeased her anger. Seeing her lustful face, I sought to tease her once more. “I’ll be leaving now since that is what you asked of me.”

There’s only so long I can handle scenting Jacob and Alexander without being near them. Their scent is like a drug—one no human substance has ever come close to. It brings me a peace, a warmth, a sense of rightness that I’ve been chasing for months. So I ask Devin and Arya to call him. To bring him to me. And Goddess, as soon as he gets close, I feel it. That scent wraps around me, settles in my bones, and makes it easier to breathe.

"I'm going to rip out your fangs, and then I'll enjoy putting you through what you inflicted on those little girls, you filthy leeches. I'll take my time with you and stop whenever you think it's time for you to die. I'll let you regenerate, and then I'll start again until the spell that keeps you here stops working. And, then, you'll understand why they call me the red wolf." _ Eh? Isn't it because you have red hair and my fur is red?" cut in Till, widening his eyes. "Yes... but that's a dramatic effect right there!" declared Harry in his mind. The wolf plastered his ears back before wagging his tail. _Ooooh, I see.

The carpets had a special shade of dark crimson, but they didn’t worsen the appearance of the room; it was chic. It felt so good standing on the soft carpet which was made of sheepskin. I closed my eyes, succumbing to the aura of the red color. While I was flying into another dimension, Redmond turned on some music. It was very reminiscent of a chilled-out erotic style. It was like I no longer felt the heaviness in my body and I forgot all about my problems. Redmond began to tie an indigo chiffon scarf over my head, covering my

"I believed you might need something to put on." I spread out the cloth in my hands. The sight of it made my heart beat faster. It was red—a deep, striking red. The color made me think of Isaac right away. When I thought about how his hands had pulled me close a few days ago, my breath caught. The heat of his touch was still burning on my skin. The night before flashed before my eyes, and I could feel a knot in my throat. The last thing I wanted was to wear a color that made me think of him.

“We’ll be there soon-“ Just like an angel descended from paradise. It was the red of wedding carnations, a pop of colour in his grey world which resembles passion and the dynamic form of his infatuation. He couldn’t –even though he was aware of it–he just couldn’t keep his eyes away from her. Her small petal-like lips tempted him to have a taste and wonder if they tasted the same as last night, her creamy butter-like smooth legs seducing him to run his fingers up to the cleft between her thighs and examine what was the colour of her underwear. She shied away from his intense gaze, and he fell in love all over again.

The ballroom glittered with a thousand golden lights, each crystal chandelier reflecting the wealth and power of the people beneath them. Cassandra Blake smoothed the silver satin of her gown, the fabric soft against her palm, a reminder to keep her mask in place. In this room, a smile was currency, and hers had been perfected through years of necessity.

''I think I'll have you instead. She turned around immediately. Her eyes darting to the redhead who being a smart girl was now putting her clothes back on. ''Have me what like... have like na-- naked like... have.'' Her blush was deepening with each stutter until I thought her face was going to burst and she did look good when she blushed but my patience was running thin.

The pleasure spiked immediately and my body begged for them to knot me right then and there. To mark me and make me theirs permanently, even though they were nothing but strangers. "My hair?" "Yes." He began walking away, towards the stairs which led to the private rooms. "It's red, reminds me of a finch." "Last chance to run away then, little finch." The second man said. He was also an alpha, I could scent the heavy pheromones off him the minute he'd stepped out. When I gave them no reply, the third simply sighed, following us. "Fine then. The omega wants to see if she can handle triplets at once."

he paused, picking up the ruby and the wine swatches, holding them up against the charcoal. "The contrast. I want these deep reds tae feel like blood on fresh snow, or a sunset fightin' its way through thick clouds. It adds drama without shoutin'." Knox set the reds down and moved to the greens. "Ocean and Aegean? Aye. They anchor the whole collection. Feels earthy, like the landscape's stitched right intae the clothes." “I think I prefer the brick red and mulberry,” Harper said examining the colours. “They stand out but they are not just one colour. Makes you think, look closer to see which colour it really is.” He stopped mid-sentence; his finger poised over the Aegean swatch. He slowly tu