Red Lines Novels & Stories

There were 3 men in the car. "Little Lady in Red, want a ride with us?" The driver poked his head out the car's window. I spun my head back around, putting speed into my walk. My heart raced in terror. "Hey! We just want to give you a ride," another said. I began to run. The car sped across the side of the road, blocking my path. My heart beats loudly like a drum as the two men in the back seat quickly get out of the car. I looked around, as they did, for anywhere to get away. But the only means of escaping is the wood, which is dark and dangerous.

I said, keeping my tone calm, “the issue isn’t the color red itself — it’s how it’s being used. The designs are heavy. They drown the models instead of bringing out their shape.” I turned the screen toward them, showing one of the mock-ups. “If you use red with clean lines — silk or satin, not layered tulle — it gives movement. It photographs beautifully under stage lighting. It’s striking, not overwhelming.” The room quieted. I swiped to another sketch I’d adjusted. “Here. Off-shoulder, structured waist, single slit. You pair that with neutral heels and minimal jewelry, and the red becomes the focus. It’ll stand out against the runway background and flatter every skin tone.”

Chapter 78: OLIVE's POV Below us, two cars pulled up to the starting line. The first car was candy apple red with black racing stripes that gleamed under the lights. The other was electric teal, almost neon. They looked like mechanical destroyers ready to rip the track apart. "See those cars?" Zane's voice was ht against my ears, his lips dragging across my neck in a way that made my entire body clench with anticipation. "Red or teal. Pick one."

T‌oo inn‍ocent. I f‍ound i‌t‍. Red. Not bright c⁠herry red.‍ Dark r‌ed. Bl‍ood red.​ The color of‍ violence and pass‍ion. It was silk‍, strapl​ess, with a slit tha‍t went u‍p to the t⁠hig‍h. I pulled i‍t out.‍ "This one,"‍ I said.⁠

The red indicator light is no longer flickering. It burns a solid, unblinking crimson. It isn't just watching me anymore. It's transmitting.

He tapped something on the side and a new window opened. Red lines appeared, warnings that were hidden before flashed on the screen. My stomach dropped, oh my God, I did something wrong, didn't I?

When I was ten years old, I suddenly gained the ability to see red threads connecting people’s heads. Only those who had actually slept together would be bound by this unavoidable red line. Over the years, two extra red threads popped up over my father’s head, driving my mother to threaten to file for divorce again and again. Because of this, loyalty became the single most important thing I looked for in a partner. In the end, I chose Jasper—a modest, reserved man whose head was completely clean. On the night before our wedding, my bridesmaids hosted a bachelorette party. We played a game where whoever lost had to hand over their phone for the rest of us to snoop through. When it was my

I tapped accept. A line appeared on the screen. [Assignment term: three years. Destination: Havenmist branch. Please report to your assigned location by this Saturday.] Today was Wednesday. There were three days left before both my wedding and my departure. Simon Carver saw me looking down at my phone, and his frown deepened. "Maren, I'm talking to you." I locked my phone and looked up at him. "Mm. I heard you." He probably hadn't expected me to be so calm.

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off

And they all meet underneath the building. Ley lines are not uncommon. You can find them in most parts of the world. However, they aren’t usually very powerful, and they definitely don’t cross or look like the ones I am looking at now. A ley-line is a central area where you can find magic. They’re usually in alignment with ancient or holy places. Most are located in stone circles such as Stonehenge. Ley lines glow in various colors depending on the magic and the user’s intent. Blue indicates good intentions or pure magic. Yellow is usually weak, and the rarest lines are red. According to legend, red means evil intent. Sometimes it can be a site for extreme malevolence. There aren’t many plac