Red Sans Novels & Stories

“Don’t ruin the mood, okay? I bought you shopping nod to accompany me.” “Then I want that red dress,” Renea pointed to the rose red dress with the half V neck hanging at the top. The salesperson reluctantly went to retrieve it. They were customers. Even if she knew they couldn’t afford it, she still had to satisfy them if they wanted to try it on. Stella asked curiously, “Renea, do you like red very much?” Even her T-shirts were mostly red. Because red is the color of blood. So even if it stained with blood, you can’t tell.” Renea said as a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Jasmine threatened and turned off the phone. Brave looked at the dark phone screen and wanted to scream loudly: "Okay, I quit, I won't do it anymore." Unfortunately, that was just his heart of words. In fact, his expression was as gloomy as a family, thinking to himself: "Life is so boring.” He did not know that his misfortune had just begun. His wife - Bright in a pink apron, with a cute bear print on her chest, holding the long big chopsticks, angry bullet-shaped eyes looking at him questioningly.

The tags were still attached to most pieces. My mood darkened. Ryan had obviously bought all this for Serena. The collection represented everything he wanted to give her, everything he never gave me. "Well," I muttered, pulling out a striking red dress, "finders keepers." I slipped it on, admiring how the color made my skin glow and my red lips pop. Ryan always loved me in red—said it matched my fiery personality. I spent some time in front of the mirror, adding golden stilettos and a limited-edition handbag to complete the look. Perfect.

There were only a few bags left on the rotating belt. “Mine’s the two red ones.” He raised an eyebrow and gave her that heart- stopping smile. “Bright red, so you can’t miss them. I often have periods of flamboyancy. I’ve been known to dye my hair pink, dress in red, and wear platform shoes.” “In red I suppose?” he spoke dryly. “Oh my, no. Far too much red. They were in pink to match my hair.” Rand studied her for a moment and then laughed out loud. Several people

She tossed her cup into the trash, Anna following suit. Anna looked at me. " Red is totally your color." I knew it, my gut is never wrong. I sighed again, also tossing my cup in the trash. There was no getting out of it. "If we are going to do this, any color but red." Bella shook her head. "No, red is perfect. It's my brother's favourite. " Fuck my life.

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 pulled it out, my breath hitching. 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘬: Red is a good color on you, Zaika. It hides the flush on your cheeks perfectly. I leaned against the mirrored wall of the elevator, the cold glass biting into my back. "What the fuck did I just read?!"

That red, once so radiant, now carries the undertones of danger, a warning masked by the allure of its intensity. In contrast, Shane, the vivacious lavender, has consistently unfolded in my life like an enchanting blossom, infusing every moment with a lively fragrance. It's not merely a color; it's a symphony of soothing notes, a gentle melody that resonates with the serenity of a lavender field in full bloom. Shane's presence has been a vibrant brushstroke, painting my world with hues of calmness and joy.

T‌oo inn‍ocent. I f‍ound i‌t‍. Red. Not bright c⁠herry red.‍ Dark r‌ed. Bl‍ood red.​ The color of‍ violence and pass‍ion. It was silk‍, strapl​ess, with a slit tha‍t went u‍p to the t⁠hig‍h. I pulled i‍t out.‍ "This one,"‍ I said.⁠

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”