Red John Novels & Stories

And more importantly, my people do. I’m not supposed to have people, technically. Not these people, anyway. Not in the way Gavin has polished attorneys and Jack has ex-military security contacts. My network is quieter, more likely to be found in server logs and dark-thread chat rooms than at charity galas. But they’re loyal. And fast. And they hate Vivian just enough to make this fun. Done. The message pings on my screen. It’s from a handle named RedRoot. No real name. No photos. Just three lines of text and a smiley face that always reads a little bit smug.

"You did not know." I could not breathe. Could not think. My father—dead. The man who had controlled every second of my life. The man whose threats had chased me across state lines. Gone. "You are wearing Devil's Reign colors," I said, my voice cracking. "My father's enemies." "Your father's club fell apart after he died. We absorbed what was left." Colt's smile was sharp. Dangerous. "I run Redemption Creek now, Jenna. Every street. Every back road. Every person who walks through here answers to me."

Sitting on a chair nearby, Randy Brown was smoking a cigarette gracefully. His ten bodyguards were standing in a row behind him. Randy Brown looked at the bloodied body of Rogers and his lips curled up into a smirk. "I thought the man who could crippled my younger brother and eliminate Johnson would be a lot more impressive than this. What an disappointment."

The report confirms that he doesn’t have a stable relationship with his wife for long, even he chased her out of his house in the morning of the same day in the evening somebody murdered her. ‘John Wen was also on a business trip assigned by Alan Lee and before he could reach back to the city somebody killed him at the outskirt of the Duluth city.’ ‘Is it any coincidence or a well-planned murder?’ ‘Well, my work is only to bring forward the truth to the netizen of my city, rest it’s all up to you and the police department.’ Rose stood up leisurely, though it already late at night but she didn’t want to wait till the next morning and went straight to her walk-in vault behind the kitchen cabin

This could get us both in a lot of trouble—Logan more than me. “My dad got a report last night of some dangerous freaky wolves wandering the forest. Toppers got a call about two injured campers who say this massive wolf attacked them with red eyes and this red wolf. The kicker is the one with red eyes supposedly transformed into some ugly hairy dude. Everyone is speculating on what happened and afraid of the possible answers. I think Camp Okwaho’kenha has a wolfman roaming the forests of,” Darien explained.

I asked as he dragged me after him. "You will see," he said, and I rolled my eyes at him. We walked up some stairs, and when we stopped, he pushed a brick. Johnny and I stopped in front of a wooden door. "Don't tell me you're into BDSM and this is your red room," I asked, getting nervous. "Relax. No, this is my private room where I escape to sometimes when I want to be by myself." Johnny unlocked the door and threw it open, and I stepped in, looking at a small look-alike apartment. There was a huge bed on one side, with a bookshelf, a TV, and a bar fridge. It almost looked like someone lived here.

Callan responded and calmed down a bit, although the flecks of color swirling in his eyes told me that Rollo was ready to get involved if needed. “Alpha John. I see absolutely no need to prove my red wolf to you or anyone else here. The council has already determined that I am a red wolf. There are plenty of people who have seen me shift into a red wolf, including those in my former pack before Alpha Thomas left, those in my current pack, as well as those in the Crescent River Pack.” I stated firmly, trying to keep a strong face and not be overcome with emotions. “I still don’t see why we should just sit here and believe what we are being told.” Alpha John grunted. Callan stood up, slamming

Despite feeling weirded out, Red continued. Address. Red sorts through the information or lack of in the document. St. John 13th street… That’s a bit far… but it’s the closest lead I’ll get. Goddamit Dale, what happened to you… and why the fuck didn’t you leave me my money! Red goes to their stock room and takes out a .22 revolver and 12 bullets. She takes a switchblade and a derringer that can hold two shots. Just in case… Now… let’s get that bread.

Red was a lycanthrope . . . a powerful creature whose physical existence shifted between her human form and a half-human, half puma entity. She wasn't meant for or fond of enclosed spaces. The inside of a passenger train definitely counted as "enclosed." But nevertheless, she found herself sandwiched between an elderly gentleman who smelled faintly of mothballs and a pretty young woman with her arm in a sling. It was this latter creature . . . Jane . . . who had brought Red to this place.

He quickly hung up the call, grabbed his coat and got out of the study room. In the Dixon Hotel, Ryan Jenkins and Rudra Reddy have been sitting on the couch and Yohan Dixon was standing near the bar counter with a cigarette and wine. Rudra Reddy smirked after looking at his broad back then looked at Ryan Jenkins. “He hasn’t changed a bit.” “He won’t.” Listening to Ryan Jenkins, Rudra Reddy sipped the whiskey. “He is smart and handsome. Alas! He is alone.” Rudra Reddy was sad for Yohan Dixon but Ryan Jenkins smirked at him.