Red In Tagalog Novels & Stories

tanong ko. "Remembrance ng unang araw tayong nagkakilala! Saka ano ka ba hindi mahalaga ang panahon noh, hindi 'yon sukatan ng pagkakaibigan kasi mararamdaman mo 'yun ng kusa." pagpapaliwanag niya. Isinuot ko sa kanang kamay ko 'yung bracelet na binigay niya. I'm not the red ink anymore and... burning red. ────────────────────────────

Alec couldn’t speak in too much irritation and probably, anger. His eyes were so red, like the color of evil itself. The color of blood and war. The color of death. Yes, red can symbolize love like that of a rose. But it could symbolize many things such as what I have mentioned already.

“You are lying. I didn’t hear you because you couldn’t speak. Something in St Patrick blocks you from being in my body.” Red. A red so deep and different from what I have always known. It was like fire orange or engine red, I didn’t know which. I only knew it was the most nerve racking thing I have ever seen in my entire life. The pure hatred in those gaze, I would have dropped dead if it wished it. I knew that as surely as I knew my own name.

“Louder this time. The walls listen.” I swallowed. “Our bodies are vessels,” I recited, voice obedient, familiar words scraping my throat. “Our blood is borrowed. Our breaths are offerings. We are the chosen keepers of the Mark, the last gate between this world and the hunger beneath it.” “And the Mark?” she prompted. The skin on my left shoulder prickled as if it heard her. “The Mark is not a curse,” I said. “The Mark is the seal.” Mother Elara’s gaze softened, but not with affection. With reverence. With fear.

Her eyes wavered under his cold gazes "Red is for Anger . Red is for Destruction . Red is for Passion . Red is for Blood and attention . Red is for Power and Red means strong . Red is for thirst And Red means Danger also" . . .... ,, Abhimanyu whispered each words in her ear and she squirmed under his presence . Abhimanyu stopped and moved away from her . Her Adam apple was bobbing up and down fastly . His eyed her throat and his loud throaty groaned filled the room but also made her to jump in fear

Dahan dahan siyang naglakad at sumandal sa gilid nito. Where on earth am I? I mean. They speak tagalog and looks like Filipinos so I guess, I'm still in the Philippines right? Somewhere na parang alam kong napaka-pamilyar. Oh my god, Manila? This is Manila right? Parang pamilyar yung mga buildings na nakatayo dito. So that means, Pasig river 'to tama? And this brigde.. MacArthur Bridge? Uhm no. Santa Cruz bridge yung nakalagay. How the hell—

Ba't parang ako lang ang nandito sa bahay? "Mavin" I called out pero walang sumagot. I decided to go upstairs para maligo muna bago ko sisimulan na magluto. As I enter my room napansin ko ang red dress sa ibabaw ng kama ko. Kumunot ang noo ko at nilapitan ito, doon ko rin nakita ang isang red envelope sa tabi nito. What's this? I reach for the envelope at binuksan ito