Red Sans Novels & Stories

Selena: Jen, Code Purple. Oh shit, this cannot be good. During spring break of our senior year of high school, Sel, Sav, and I each came up with a code color for when we needed one another urgently. Sel chose purple, Sav chose olive, and I chose red. “Is everything Okay?” Greg asks from behind me.

Thinking of the appearance of the three men, Emily felt that wearing the same clothes might give them a different temperament. “Sure, I don’t have any objection.” Stella nodded her head and said. Feeling that Emily’s opinion was quite good. “Then, the red color is for Ruben. It’s up to you to decide what color you choose for RK and Seventeen.” Emily felt that the red was very compatible with Ruben’s coquettish personality. “Seventeen like to wear black, so black was for him. As for RK, then I think dark blue look good on him.”

“You’re right Hazel and oh Nina it’s important that you give us a colour to work with “ insisted Scarllet “Uhmm, I don’t have a beat colour but Aiden said Red looks good on me” I said with a small smile “No, red is going to be too shorty and then it will all collide with your hair colour …we need another colour , there’s a lot of colour options out there “ suggested Scarllet

"This ruby? Silas promised it to me. You’re just wearing a borrowed crown. You think you're special? You're just a charity case in a fancy dress." I felt the tipsiness from the champagne turn into a cold, hard focus. I looked at her pristine, million-dollar white gown and then at the full glass of dark red wine on the table next to us. "You know, Sandra," I said, my voice steady and sweet. "You're right. Red is a very difficult color to manage. It's so... permanent." I reached for the wine, and with a "not-so-accidental" flick of my wrist, I tipped the entire glass onto the front of her white silk.

"He just said he would kill me if I told you to break up with him, didn't he" I shook my head, waving both my hands. "No, no, of course not. He was just messing with you. Riven would never hurt you" She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I don't believe that. He literally drugged me. Riven's a black flag, Hazel, not red, not yellow, just dark, charcoal black, black," she said, then glanced at him, her head tilting. "He does look good, though. Did you always know he could cook?" She asked, and I grinned.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

"Yeah, I've met your cousin. Her hair is brownish red, isn't it? She's very beautiful even though she doesn't look like you two at all." Kay cleared his throat, annoyed. "Rupert, what did you want to say earlier?" Rupert remembered what he forgot. "Oh, yes. Doesn't this look like Scarlet fever?" he turned to Florence. "Aren't the symptoms the same?" "At first glance, it does look similar. But if the symptoms are not found in other patients, it's probably just an allergy." "Actually, I found two people with the same symptoms in my ward." Rupert said in low voice.

I moved to the bars and tried really hard to look towards the main door, but my cell was located at the opposite end of it, just before a turn that led to more cells. The footsteps got closer, and I backed away from the bars, not knowing what to expect when my brother came into sight. I sighed in relief but tensed back up when I really looked at him. His hair was tousled, his clothes ripped with red stains here and there, and his eyes were frantic and panicked. He gripped the lock with his bare hands and frantically opened it with the key I now noticed he was holding. A small hissing sound could be heard, and the smell of burning flesh was thick in the air. Wolvesbane, the bars were filled w

he greeted and kissed me on my forehead. "Good evening, Lucien." "Lucien..." My attention was shortly drawn to the man who called Lucien's attention. It's the Alpha of Crimson Pack, Drago Alessandrei Lestat. I can't help but stare at him. This is actually the first that I see him this close and Einah was right, the man screams danger. The smile he wears is not enough to mask the danger lurking behind his orbs. I wonder what made him like this? The Alpha eyed me with his cobalt orbs but I see no animosity in it. I gave him a smile and a nod to show my greetings. His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk.

“She was looking right at me, Orion. Her eyes weren’t yellow. They were red.” I staggered back a step, disbelief hitting me like a punch to the gut. Red eyes. Only alphas had red eyes. Ravenna is an alpha? how?