Red Rising Novel Novels & Stories

Something that will hopefully benefit me right now. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, preparing myself for what I'm about to do. I raise the knife to my throat, getting ready to cut. So as my blood begins to run out of the wound, I hear a shuffle outside. I place the knife on my lap, quickly reaching for my gun. I raise it in front of me, wrapping my hand firmly around the grip, as my finger hovers above the trigger, almost daring it to go off. Like a flash, I see someone enter the room. I get ready to fire, only to see that it's Sienna. When she sees me, she smiles slightly, coming towards me.

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The man either always had a plan that guaranteed he would come back or he just didn't care, and with recent events John was leaning more towards the latter. Unfortunately for John had that nail dragging feeling if he were to confront Collen, it would only push him further into the deep end. "AAAAH! AAAAAAH! YOU CRAZY BIT- AAAAH!" A muffled scream echoed through the room, then could be heard clear as day as a rusty door creaked open as firey redhead stepped out of a dimly lit room wiping the blood off her hands with a rag.

The first novel I read was by Louisa May Alcott; Little Woman, and then moved on to other feminist novels such as Handmaid's Tale and Pride and Prejudice—the book I'm holding right now. Well, I shouldn't be going around the library looking for a novel I like because what I'm supposed to be doing is taking care of a crazy bastard named Rhysand del Millero, who's on the phone. But I don't want to do that. I'd rather buy time with the books in front of me until the helicopter he's waiting for comes over to the bullshit he started. Damn, I hate this situation. I hate being stuck with a domineering, powerful man who loves to be heard more than to hear, and hates that I can't do anything.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

The lifeline I had spent three years and all my devotion trying to repay turned out to be nothing more than a carefully planned trick, or maybe just a fleeting act of charity. I didn't want to think about Malcolm anymore. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Perhaps it was due to the new environment, but my sleep was restless even with the light on. I wasn't even sure if I had fallen asleep. My mind felt hazy, and it was as if I had been transported back to that cold, helpless time. I could see nothing, and all I could hear were those cruel, mocking voices ringing in my ears. "What good is a blind Alpha?"

“Okay, so my favorite author is Tom Clancy. His early stuff is really good, but he got increasingly self-indulgent with his later novels.” “One of his earlier novels, then,” I said. Andre looked legitimately excited now. “There are three options, all of which are great. His best written novels are probably Hunt for Red October or Clear and Present Danger.” “I didn’t ask for the best written,” I clarified. “I asked for your favorite book.” He grinned widely. “I’m glad you made that distinction, because my favorite book of his is Red Storm Rising. It’s the second book he published.” “It’s not a depressing book about nuclear war, is it?”

"Ugh. Do they never clean in here? It smells like something died. Oh wait," I laughed, a bright, brittle sound "Something is dying. It's just taking its sweet time about it." June didn't move. I circled her slowly, my gown whispering against the filthy stone. I'd chosen this dress carefully, deep crimson silk, the color of fresh blood, with gold embroidery that caught the torchlight and threw it back in fragments. I wanted to look like everything she'd lost. I wanted to look like victory.

"Say what? I reincarnated into a reverse novel." The system's words were like a thunderclap; not daring to believe this was true, the whole person was stunned for five seconds. Marin found a corner to sit, blankly looking at the novel in her hand without saying anything. Trying to calm her nerves, she opened the novel and read the last few chapters she hadn't finished yet. The novel [Love you more than the stars.] has very bloody content. The novel is set in a modern setting with a director's love affair with a secretary.