Red Pocketbook Novels & Stories

I asked, dread and curiosity tangling together within my chest. Eleanor reached into a small bag she carried, withdrawing an old, weathered book, its leather cover cracked with age. “This,” she said, holding it out toward me. “Redhollow’s true founding history, recorded honestly, without the sanitized version passed down through generations of formal leadership. Your grandmother was meant to protect this book, to ensure its contents remained available should this pack ever face a crisis significant enough to require returning to its original founding principles.” I took the book carefully, my hands trembling slightly as I opened it to find pages filled with careful, ancient handwriting, deta

"Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you." - Walt Whitman -Kimani Trinity Campbell - As I was about to throw another handful of popcorn into my mouth while watching my favorite show, the show was abruptly interrupted by a breaking news alert. A female news anchor's face appeared on the screen, her expression solemn and concerned.

Glints of maroon tendrils, crimson flames in a wicked pair of orbs, and that roguish grin that poisons my heart. “Long time no see, Sorah.”

Her hair was gingersnap red, which was what had caught my attention in the first place, and I found myself holding my breath eagerly as she turned so I could get a look at her face. I released it just as quickly, because fuck. With her lips painted bright red, her nose pierced with a gold hoop, and her cheeks mottled with a perpetual case of freckles, she looked absolutely delicious. But most importantly, she looked familiar. I pointed, demanding, “Who’s that?” Next to me, Gabby turned curiously. “Who?” “The redhead,” I said. “Short black dress. Bright lipstick. Plate full of food.” And she was currently lifting some kind of appetizer to those sinfully red lips right now.

But at last there is a suspicion happened with rosy. Usually alish laptop had red color cover, but now it is in black covered. I can see there is a small chip attached to it. *****

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The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.

“Sorry.” “You should be thankful I’m not like other guys. You’re pretty. Be more careful next time,” Red said. He stood to leave even though he had just arrived, seemingly uncomfortable in her presence. As he turned, his dictionary fell to the ground. Katleya’s eyes widened in shock as she covered her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she saw. Inside the dictionary was a white book that looked very familiar—a published erotic novel by TitaAmor07, part of the Big Bird Series.

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

Someone had broken the lock. He immediately opened the drawer and fished through the various papers that were stocked in it, when a specific paper caught his eyes. More likely a picture. He gently grabbed the picture and what he saw made his blood boil. It was a picture of Lily and Rose laughing together. To be honest it was a very lovely picture. What made his blood boil was the Red Cross drawn over it with a marker. Dante knew what this meant. Whoever it was, he knew about the girls.