Red Lover Novels & Stories

Red had to resort to less magical means, unbuttoning her lover's garment slowly and taking in the sights as she went. When Jane's outfit was opened down to the navel, Red slowly slid her hand inside. For the lycanthrope, watching her girlfriend's face light up was priceless. Jane's eyes widened as she felt Red's fingers slide inside her sex. She was powerless to resist when the fire-haired warrior pulled her closer, pinning Red's hand against her own leg with those talented fingers inside Jane's body. With Red's other hand grasping Jane's butt cheek, Jane was "forced" to ride Red's leg like a stick horse.

RED ROSES……. RED ROSES…….. This word was ringing in Alex’s ears, and finally, he got the password of Rose’s laptop.

Alec couldn’t speak in too much irritation and probably, anger. His eyes were so dark and it was almost 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.

The bloody red-haired boy held out his hand, wanting to lift me up, I didn't catch his hand, turned myself up and said thank you, my hands brushed my ass, thinking of hitting the person that hit the wall, hurting me. "What's wrong, Ryan?" A curly blonde, sharp red crystal eyes well-made up. "Wow, a good-looking girl." The boy with the blond hair was also crystal red. What? Are they siblings? The six people, everyone is the same, white skin, beautiful sharp eyes touch people's hearts. Seeing that, I was just blind-eyed, Ryan called me. "You okay? My name is Lombardo Ryan and yours? "Alexis," I replied in a recent moment. Ryan reached out and grabbed my hand. His hand was so cold, not like any

, Aarya answered her and her heart did summer sault inside her chest. "Why do you only like red-colored roses?", Mohini smiled and asked him as her fingertips touched the soft petals of roses and inhaled the sweet rosy fragrance of it. "Because Red is the colour of Blood. Blood stands for REVENGE, PURITY, DESTRUCTION, BROTHERLY LOVE, VOWS, PROTECTION AND DARE", Aarya said as he wanted to tell her about Lucifer but seeing her expressions stopped him. Mohini froze before giving me an incredulous look, mixed with fear, "B-blood?"

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

“I know you, Caden. I know when your heart is elsewhere. Tell me—when was the last time you even touched me without flinching? When was the last time you looked at me like I was yours?” I pressed my palms against the table, gripping the wood until it creaked. Guilt and anger warred inside me. I hadn’t meant to drift. I hadn’t meant to let Amara’s shadow stretch between us. But ever since Circe’s whisper, I couldn’t stop thinking about the truth she’d carved into me: Lorraine could never understand what Amara meant. What Amara was. “You are my mate,” I said, forcing the words out. “Chosen by you and blessed by the moon goddess. Isn’t that enough for you?”

"I'm gonna cover this perfect pussy in my cum. You want that?" "Yes, yes… come on me…" "Where do you want it?" "Everywhere." She was babbling now, drunk on pleasure. "Cover me. Claim me. Let everyone smell your cum on my skin. Let Chandler know who I belong to." The growl that tore from his chest was pure wolf.

He tricked me into coming closer and wanted me to pay with my life. "I'm sorry, Leah. I didn't mean to." Leah looked up. Her gaze landed on me, cold and unforgiving. "You couldn't even keep track of your own belongings, and you're blaming Shawn?" She didn't hesitate. "Take him to Velour Noir." "No! Leah, this has nothing to do with you! You have no right to do this!" Everyone in Seavora knew what Velour Noir was. The city's biggest den of vice.

If what my father told me was true, then I should try it. ‘I AM VALERIE RED, from the Crimson Night pack, I seek shelter in your pack, in return, I will be the Alpha warrior representing your pack,’ I spoke, looking at him. ‘Eye contact is the key to achieve success,’ my father said, especially with werewolves, and he couldn’t have been wrong.