Red Sans Novels & Stories

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!”

Still bored. But she didn’t want to go to Daniel and Josh’s place. Not today. Her phone lit up with a message. Jessica: “This one? Or the red one? Or do I look like I’m trying too hard in both?” Sabrina smiled a little and typed back. Sabrina: “The cream one. It’s softer. Red screams Valentine’s Day.” A second later, her phone rang. Jessica didn’t wait for a hello. “So you really think the cream one? Not too boring?”

His hands were shaking but this was to be done! " No, dear Marcus. Don't think about that! I know about your weak heart. You're incapable of killing. I know your mother didn't commit suicide. Tell me, where's she? " roared Ritha but before Marcus could reply, a shrill scream erupted from outside. ❤❤❤❤❤ The morning was woken up by clattering of metals which were being sharpend. Augustus painted around one legion in Madder root ( Rubia Tanctorum) , a red dye. The red colour

Diana did not resist and did not move. Rena gripped Diana's red hair tightly. "I hate these eyes! The blue, and the red hair! I hate them all!" Rena then threw Diana, until this human hit the table, and sat down under the window. She then took the glass filled with water and then poured its contents at Diana. Then with a very deep breath, Rena regained control of her emotions. Honestly, she hated someone who had red hair and blue eyes like Diana's. Rena also has red hair, but she has dark brown irises. But she hated the mixture of the two colors, red and blue. Rena would lose control if she saw someone of that color. If she saw it, she wanted to kill that person right now.

I most definitely didn't hate him but did I- Suddenly, I was grabbed by my hips and my legs went around Narc's waist snapping me out of my thought. I stared at his eyes. Red fucking eyes. The Martinez gene. It was unbelievable that some people could even possess the eye colour red but him and his family was living proof that It's possible. Red was most infamously known to be the colour of anger and in his reputation, he had the worst anger temper I have ever seen before. Never have I ever thought of it as love because it could potentially be like that. Guess it will always be some sort of fucking mystery.

I shrug, not wanting to divulge any information. “Mam,” Sandra comes towards me with a red dress in hand. “He specifically selected this for you” she sends me a smile, the dress is a heart neck cut dress, short with the bottom shaped as roses, “it’s beautiful but red has never been my color” I shrug my shoulders “Then I’ll take it please,” Grace says beside me, “My man brings me here also and always makes reservations, and red is his favorite color, he would die tonight seeing me in this dress,” she says with a pout turning to me eyes practically begging

Drishti said, pointing at the two. "How does that matter? Red is just red," Shravan said, buttoning up his shirt. "No way. Red is not just red. There are different shades of red, like apple red, garnet red, scarlet red, wine red, blood red, merlot red..." "Okay, okay. That's enough. Go for the cherry one," Shravan said, choosing a random one offhandedly. "Oh! But wouldn't crimson red look better on me?" Drishti said.

"That's the point. These aren't my real colors. I'm wearing lenses right now, and my hair is currently dyed. My original colors are red." The woman's mouth hung open for a few seconds. "Oh..." She finally mouthed. "But, did you say red? That's a very rare color, I must say." Scarlett said nothing. She's heard that a lot. "Well, well. I understand how you feel, it must be very difficult keeping up with this. Actually, a potion like that is very difficult to make. I do not even keep them in stock because I rarely get such orders. If you're serious about it, I'll have to make them specially for you."

I wasn’t in the habit of damaging things I meant to use. “You… burned,” she said after a moment, voice small. She glanced at my hand like it offended her. “When you touched it.” I turned my palm over, flexing my fingers. A faint, angry red circle still lingered where the symbol had seared my skin. Not a normal burn. No blister, no broken flesh. Just a mark, like the ghost of a brand that didn’t belong to me. “It’s nothing,” I said. It wasn’t nothing. Across from us, in the front passenger seat, Rian twisted slightly to look back. Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying.