Red John Novels & Stories

“When you first got here, Jamie asked why wouldn’t you leave. You responded with being unable to abandon Jamie, Alex and their families. Now I understand your concerns for Jamie and while I will not detail to you my meetings with Jamie, as I have only recently been alerted to the danger he’s in, I can assure you that he will be cared for properly. His family as well. That brings me to Alex, or Dr. Carter. If he’s a member of the benevolent White Moon pack, why is he and his family in danger?” “Red General is located just inside the border of Red Fang, only a few miles from both of the western most edge of White packs’ borders. While he’s a member of White Moon, so he can link with Alpha Andr

Just like a fascinating angel having an angelic name, Marianne. ‘What secrets do your eyes conceal?’ I leaned on the wall watching her from afar as she was photo shooting for our new campaign as our model. I continued to watch her from afar with a faze of how someone can be inexplicably beautiful. I'm Ryan Knight, An American with Indian heritage and culture my parents needlessly strictly follow. ‘What’s the point of doing what is done there but not here?’ I have gray eyes along with my pitch-blacks combed backward perfectly, a fair buildup body and a tanned complexion enhanced by my tattoos starting from the right side of my neck to all the way to my right wrist.

He was completely exhausted as he crashed down on a vacant chair. His phone rang again abruptly. He brought out his phone to see who the caller was, his phone ID showed 'Mr. Red.' Mr. Red was one of the most loyal friend to Vladimir and after a war with werewolves years ago, Mr. Red had volunteered to be in charge of the regional secret house here in Los Angeles.

I called but was met with silence. I wrapped the towel tightly around my check and walked over to it. There was a card on top of the box and I sat on the bed and read. 'Red, Can't wait to see you in them. You always look stunning. Love, Jack' I took it out of the box and gasped at how beautiful and soft it was. "Oh my god," I chocked out and ran my hand through it. It was a beautiful red dress with a low v neck and a low back and a high slit. There was also a pair of black shoe with red crystals on it.

the man asks. “You know who I am,” Johnathan says. “Ah,” the human responds with a sly smile. “My name is Byron Randall. I am the current CEO of Red Ridge.” At first I’m shocked that he has the audacity to show himself, then the anger takes me. I lurch forward, ready to kill the man and all his bodyguards, but my mate pulls me back. “No,” he says in my head. “You are still weak. They are just humans. An Omega can kill them.”

he responded. “Mr. Johnson you do not have to be so serious, you know. Shaking my hand does not kill," I smiled, but the old guy maintained his solemn expression. "I will not ask you again, young man," he remarked, which seemed insulting to me, but I had to restrain my wrath. "We have not spoken in a long time, Mr. Johnson, since your wife was slain, so I came to spend some time with you," I smiled. "Did that give you the right to enter my bedroom?"

a voice on the other side of the line said. “Morning Eva, what can I do for you?” She asked looking at Eugene who looked at her surprised that her assistant called her. “Concerning the records of the mafia ma'am, it turns out that any records that have to do with Crimson Red were wiped out. It only stated here that the Don of crimson red died and handed it over to his son who was not interested, so he left. So as of now, there are no records of Crimson Red ever performing. And records also have it that there is only one Mafia ring which is the one with Andrew Richardson. That is everything as far as we know.” Eva said on the phone.

His eyes narrowed slightly, “Something has come up and I need to return to Redrock immediately.” “Of course,” Enzo nodded. “I don’t think I remember your name,” Alpha Redrock’s stare hardened. “Erin,” I forced a smile. “Erin what?” He returned my smile with an equally forced one. “Erin Connolley, sir.” “Lovely to meet you, Erin,” he nodded with a smile, spinning around. His two guard dogs stood rooted until he’d passed them entirely before slowly turning to follow. “We should go,” Enzo growled. “That asshole definitely knows something is up.”

"You... you actually hit me." "I'm not a toy, Caleb. And I'm not your secret," John hissed. He shoved the closet door open, the light of the foyer blinding him. He didn't look back. He headed for the basement stairs, the countdown in his head ticking like a bomb. Nine days, twenty-three hours. "John! Get back here!" Ethan shouted from the parlor, but John was already descending into the dark. He reached his cell, the concrete walls closing in like a tomb. He sat on the cot, his hands shaking. He needed to move. The Red Savior had work to do. He pulled the crimson coat from beneath the loose floorboard, the silk cold against his skin.

"Mr. Randall, Corbin just made a mistake. Please, let him off this once." The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Senna Harlow on her knees outside the Thornwell Group building. She had always been proud to a fault, yet here she was, willing to throw away her dignity for Corbin Pryce.