Red John Novels & Stories

She said then. “Yeah…”. I didn’t really want to talk about that either. I promised my sister we’d get together soon and have a conversation. I hadn’t even ended up telling Collins what I was going to. Not after the fucking bomb she dropped on my head. The meeting I’d had with Ellis had ended up being just as dreadful as I had thought it would. I’d gotten down to Lorenzo’s office to see another member of the council, Red, sitting there. His real name was John. But his bright red hair and beard had earned him the nickname.

A username she didn't recognize but whose reputation she knew well. *RedRaven*—one of the most connected information brokers in the dark web community. Someone who'd been operating longer than Ravyn had been alive, who had sources in law enforcement, intelligence agencies, criminal organizations, and everything in between. If anyone could help her find her missing son, it would be RedRaven. The message was short and direct. *Saw your post about the missing child. I might have information. But it's complicated, and I need to know more about why you're searching. Can we talk privately?*

I sat on the edge of the courtyard long after the others had gone, staring at the blackened earth where bodies had lain only hours ago. Edward had tried to coax me back to our room, but I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw their faces, our pack members who hadn’t made it, the glow of those strange, red eyes, the way their bodies had moved like broken puppets. It wasn’t just a rogue attack. Mara was right. This was Aaron testing us, poking at our defenses to see how far he could reach. And he’d reached too far. My hands shook in my lap. Fire still flickered faintly under my skin, restless, unsatisfied. I had killed tonight. I had burned them. The scent of charred flesh clung to me,

Camila went to stay with Scarlett. I asked Martin, "Why does Scarlett hate you so much? You'd better speak now. The police aren't far yet. Once Dr. Palmer snitches on you, you'll be arrested as well." Martin looked terrified. "I've been in jail before, for three years." "For what?" I asked. He muttered, the words sticking in his throat, "Harassing a minor. They wanted 600 thousand dollars in compensation, or I would have had to serve more time." "So, you sold Scarlett to Dr. Palmer for money?" I raised an eyebrow.

I whispered to the empty room, my voice cracking just a little. I reached for my wine glass, but my hand paused when the front door’s biometric lock beeped. The heavy oak door swung open, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Randell Sterling walked in. He was a man who looked like he was carved from marble and dressed by the devil—sharp, expensive, and devastatingly cold. He didn’t look at the dining room. He didn’t look at the decorations I had spent all day setting up. He was typing on his phone, his thumb moving furiously.

The first thing my father shouted when he rushed over was, "Damn brat, don't let the glass shards hit your brother's feet!" So there had been signs all along. So in this life, I had never once been firmly chosen. My phone slipped from my hand. With a soft crack, it hit the floor. The world went utterly quiet. Vivian Harkins, I give you my life. And I return that so-called fairness to myself. [Countdown: 00:00:00] [Program execution complete.] [Host Aaron Hutchinson: death confirmed.] [Per host's request, revenge program initiating immediately.]

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.

Not only did we make it to the end of the case, but we kept our red alive and it's stronger than ever. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heart beat. I know his world isn’t normal, but neither is mine. Hell, the Adair’s don’t back down from anything, and no matter what happens, I’ll stand with him shoulder to shoulder ready to take on the battles. There’s no one I’d rather fight beside and there’s no one I’d rather love for the rest of my life.