Red Rising Pierce Brown Novels & Stories

The fresh sea breeze brushed against Serena’s face, carrying the scent of salt that seemed to wash away the lingering weight of Jakarta’s pollution and the bitter memories that had long suffocated her. Aboard a luxurious yacht cutting through the deep blue waters of Labuan Bajo, Serena Zea finally felt truly alive. The vessel glided smoothly, leaving a trail of white foam behind it—just like Serena, who had left the ruins of her past far beyond the horizon.

I needed to have some time off and hence I am here, some club I don't know that well. I am Sierra Jane, assistant manager at High Zone Records. It is one of the top labels to have been signed by. Musicians and bands are ready to die just to be signed by us. I have always admired the music industry and wanted to do something in it, as I am not a good singer and lyricist, I thought I might as well be someone who somehow is related to music industry.

He moved as if pulled by some invisible force, ducking and pushing his way through the crowd toward the front doors which were propped open. Small bursts of wind filtered in through the open doors, carrying her scent along with it and cooling the room as it did so. Finally, Cole managed to get past the bulk of other patrons to stand near the doors where he could see her. She was tall, auburn-haired and had a pair of amazingly bright green eyes. She wouldn’t have needed to smell half as good as she did in order to draw his attention. Cole could feel something inside himself, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on demanded that he get closer. He followed the pull moved closer to her wit

Brown was smiling and nodding, and my team members had red eyes, their backs straight with pride. I knew those words weren’t just meant for the media. … After the conference, I received a message from an unfamiliar number.

because. —You'll go to the Rose house, we'll talk there later, now I have to go to the meeting, I'm already late. —The meeting should have started ten minutes ago but Mr. Brown had not let his daughter start until Santiago was present. "Okay, sir," Rose said, somewhat annoyed and she left the place. Julian was like Emily's second father. That girl made the men of the house the way she wanted and it was nice to see those things. In the meeting room everyone was chatting happily, since Mr. Brown had asked questions to distract them.

pushing the copies of photographs , Conan added " they are torturing her really bad , we need to find about Brown as much as possible so that we can zero in on his suspected sponsors and save this girl . Maybe you can help us track this person down before either of them gets hurt " Grace took a look of those photographs and turned her head away , seemingly just as disgusted as we were . However , whatever hesitation she had in her eyes vanished once she saw those photographs " you want to know about Neil Brown ? He is very good at deception when I first met him , he came on to me as a really gentle , caring and pleasant man . He showed me impeccable manners and everything was fine for a f

"Why are you so annoying? I already said I can't tell you the details. I've tried my best for you already. If your life means nothing to you, risk it. That's your choice. Fen, go and drop her at home." Rita’s POV: This guy has got to be crazy or at least suffer from multiple personality disorder because there is no other explanation for his inconsistent actions. One minute he's acting nice, the next he's like an angry lion. I picked up my bag and headed straight for the door. I can’t stand this jerk anymore, and I would be a bastard to listen to him. Fen opened the door, and we quietly drove out of the compound. "You can just drop me at the nearest bus station; I will find my way back to sch