Red Hearted Novels & Stories

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

Edward would have moved on to the next helpless girl. “I’m not a philosopher or a poet. I don’t know what love is other than a term people use to hurt each other, more often than not.” I take the cigar and press the red fiery end to the inside of my wrist. My skin sizzles, and pain shoots through my body. Still, I stare steadily into Red’s surprised gaze. “I’d cut my own heart out before any harm comes to Aurora, by my hand or anyone else’s.” Red’s eyes drop to my wrist where the cigar is burning through my skin. His face tightens, and he snaps his fingers. “You’ve made your point. I’ll spread the word.”

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She walked around his bed touching his things, "I see a change in you, Rayven. You don't know, I became excited when I saw the red dot in your heart." "Of course. Now that I feel things a little more, you can enjoy punishing me even more." She chuckled. "You really think I am your enemy. Nevermind." She turned to him. "You should think of how to make your heart beat if you want it back. Now that there is little color, if you allow yourself, that red dot will paint the rest of your heart red. And then it will sing the most beautiful song." The thought seemed to excite her.

In other words, strings change their colors because what you feel for others changes. You might be asking, red strings are for the one true love, right? The right term for it is 'fated partner' or 'predestined partner' but can never be called 'one true love'. People's hearts can change you know. Red can turn into black. Just like how a couple who loves each other, but after a few years, can loathe each other.

Red managed to say, stopping her cries. "I am used to it." He smiled. Holding her one hand with his both, clinging on it as if it's the last hope. "Your fake love will give me false hope which will hurt me a lot, that's why don't do this." "And what about the condition of my heart?" Red asked. Erich's smile grew wider as he put her hand over his heart, "It's my duty to take care of it. Leave everything to me, just fulfill our relation of rights." Erich whispered.

The bold red gemstone, combined with the delicate detailing, made it a standout piece that perfectly complemented her overall look. Called the Crimson Fate, the necklace embodied the deep, red color symbolized by "crimson" and the notion of destiny implied by "fate." It poetically suggested that the necklace, with its striking red gemstone, was destined to play a significant role in the wearer's life – almost as if it was meant to find its way to them, intertwining beauty and destiny. It also captured the essence of life's passionate emotions, destined encounters, and the strength to overcome challenges, all contributing to one's unique journey and legacy.

Maybe Jax Jones just needed some love. "I'm not going to deny what many people say because... damn, because it's true," I flicked the cigarette out the window, and leaned against the door, looking at his profile. He was already looking at me. "I just want to know the good things that no one admits you have. Although I don't think you're truly as bad as you make yourself out to be." "I am." I bit my lip and shook my head. "You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be; doing bad things, bad deeds, doesn't mean your attitude is so bad."