Red Sans Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, only three more to go. Anyway, I think this one and the red Versace are the favorites so far.” Silvia would’ve liked to breathe deep to swallow a snort, but the corset wouldn’t let her. “It’s golden, Deborah, and I can hardly breathe, let alone walk.” “You’ll get the hang of it, trust me. And it’d look gorgeous if we give you a dark blond—” “What? You wanna dye my hair?” “What’s this shit, Deb?” Both women turned around to find Sean there, making his way through the office by the always-effective method of kicking things out of his way.

It was just too bad I'd be far from home by then. Anonymous: 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧

***** [1] A mouthful of rice = just some metaphor or figurative speech [2] Black money = money earned illegally

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

They were bright red Mason????

I said, firmly. "Are you sure about that? You know, you could always join mine. We're the Brown pack, one of the best in the country. We're strong and loyal, but we're also nice and fair. Our Alpha is amazing, wise, and generous. Oh, and by the way, he's single," she said, giving me a playful wink. “No, thanks. I’m not interested. I’m happy being alone,” I said, firmly.

picking it up. “It’d be better on me.” Alessandra laughed at the frown thrown at her. “I’ve got dark hair and eyes; it’ll blend well. Trust me. Go with pastels, and red is fantastic. Other than Red, Black is the only dark shade you should wear. Bright red is best.” “Okay, okay,” Rihanna threw the dress at her friend. “Take it. You convinced me.” Alessandra socked it away and held up the pink bikini. “Oh I love this. He will drool!”

Not silver. Crimson. And they were smiling.

"You're hurt." She didn’t respond. She didn’t trust her voice. The door creaked open. He stepped in slowly, his silhouette backlit by orange glow and shadows. Dressed in all black, his tie undone, the top buttons of his shirt open, revealing a sliver of collarbone. His eyes found hers instantly. “There you are.” “Don’t come closer,” she warned. He paused. His brows furrowed, confused, maybe hurt. “What’s wrong?” “The fire. The screaming. You….”