Red Rising Book Cover Novels & Stories

It was also getting late as well, but my determination was stronger than any type of disappointment. Flipping through the stacks of books I had found, I stopped at an eye-catching book. It was a glossy red cover and it was titled, “The Red String of Fate”. I don’t know what it was about it, but it drew me to it more than I’ve ever known. It wouldn’t hurt to read it, right? If I was on the right track, it might tell me something about those two.

Clarrise answered. "Then perhaps you're looking for the wrong book," Nereza said suggestively. "What book should we look into then? We really think that the book in Bella's dream is mystical because of the way she describes it," Ayla uttered with perplexity. Nereza went silent for a while, thinking of the possible answer. "How about the Ancient Book of Mystic? Maybe you'll find something in it," she finally replied. The three of us stopped in our tracks. The Ancient Book? I thought it was destroyed.

Well, the title alone already made people goosebumps. For example, 'The Hammer and Sickle in the Sugarcane Field'. Then 'The People at the Left Intersection of the Road'. Also 'The Resistance of the Peasants', 'Under the Red Lantern', and others like that. Uniquely, the books were predominantly red in color. I knew all those books but never read them until finished. Of course, the books did not belong to Julia. Maybe it belonged to Sam or Paul.

Felicity felt a familiarity to the book but could not remember where she had seen it before. Felicity inspected the book. The cover had a golden lining, a brown cover with no writings on it. Inside it was a book mark that was red in color. From a single glance, she could tell the book was extraordinary. Without the title, she could not tell whether she had read it before or not, neither could she tell who it was from. She set herself down on the edge of her bed before opening the book. In the first page was a message for her. It read:

Alfred mistook my silence for embarrassment and pitifully offered me a glass of red wine. "Nelson, you've got to get out more. Stop obsessing over women all the time. Check this out. This bottle's on the house. Thirty thousand dollars a pop, reserved only for the big shots like us. This one bottle could easily pay your rent for the next few years. Here, try some," he said, handing me a glass.

He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified. The way he stands between me and them is a protective move, but surely he knows they would never hurt me. “We were only reading.” Ryder holds up his book, one with a particularly muscular, bearded man on the front. I bought that book because the cover reminded me of Phoenix. "Mine is definitely the best so far." Ranger holds up his. I instantly recognise it as one of the more explicit ones. It has bondage, doctor role pay, and lots of edging, which for some reason really appeals to me, even though it sounds like torture of the best kind.

Handing it over to me, his eyes looked gloomy. “You won’t find comfort in these pages,” he said. “But you may just find what you are looking for.” I opened carefully, my fingers trembling and sweaty all of a sudden, the pages smelled old, worn out and ripped off at the edges. On the first page, written in red ink fading and peeling, were the words: “The Blood in Her Name.” “What is this?” I asked, the title multiplying my fears. “An account of wolves born with what we called... dark spirits.” He folded his hands across his chest as he spoke. “Wolves who walked two paths at once, light and darkness, peace and destruction.”

Alex mounted up from his chair, picked his stuff like car keys, mobile, etc. “Henry, let’s go to Roselyn Lunatic Asylum.” Henry also stood up with a wide grin on his face. Though they are not sure for what Rose visits Roselyn lunatic Asylum they are sure they will get the answer to the most important question of their life ‘why is Red Rose?’ over there. Alex drove up at its fastest speed. This Red Rose case and this question ‘who is a red rose?’ made their life hell for many months. This case is not less than any maze the more they are trying to come out the more they are wandering deep inside.

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