Red Hearted Novels & Stories

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

Russell’s voice was calm, but there was something hopeful in his eyes. “We want to know if you’d consider giving us another chance.” I stared at him then slowly whispered. “A chance?” Russell nodded. “Yes.” My mind raced. “You mean… like before?” Russell shook his head slowly. “No.” He stepped even closer. “Something more serious this time.” My heart skipped a bit. “What kind of serious?” Russell’s lips curved slightly. “Russell…” “Yeah?” “This is a lot.” Russell nodded. “I know.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

He has always been, but in this moment, I feel a shade of red and green color my heart. Red, tells me that this feeling is not for the weak of heart and that should I embrace an emotion so reckless, it will strip me down to bare bones, and yet I am called to this danger. I will settle for nothing but it, even in the field of bloodshed. She is my glow. Green grips me until I am unable to breathe, twisting at the thought of any other being coming close to experiencing this feeling. It is dark and has teeth, not afraid to sink into flesh, down to bone.

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.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

(Red’s POV) “You’re not just my happy meal, Red. You are my life. You are my happiness.” Her lips curved into a sad smile as she sighed. “This is nuts! I’m not asking you to feel the same, but I think it’s unfair.” She raised her hand, and her index finger poked my chest. “I don’t want to be selfish, but that heart... and you...” she chuckled bitterly, shaking her head. “You’re always entangled with someone. I’m not sure why I had to compete with the dead and one living, but completely insane about you.”

I thought that I have emptied my heart of your love, I just realised that I'd just been pretending to have done that all this while. All Hearts !

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

“Only open it when you meet the girl who’s truly meant for you. When you believe she’s the one… that’s the time.” “You’re getting deep, Red.” Red grinned. “Promise me.” “Fine. I promise.” “Replay. What do I want from you again?” Red asked. “I will protect and love my best friend as much as you do,” Blue answered. Red’s smile widened at his response. “Good. And what was my other request?” “I’ll only open this gift you gave me when I meet the girl I believe is my ‘the one.’” “Thank you. Move over here,” Red said.

“Never shifted before. Not till last night.” “Your wolf’s rare,” he said, almost like he was telling her a secret. “Old story says a red wolf, born with a busted heart, will rise after she’s rejected and lead the lost into power.” Evangeline snorted. “Please. I’ve been called a lot of things. ‘Destined’ ain’t one of ‘em.”