Red Sans Novels & Stories

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.”

“In fact, you’re exciting me with each passing second, especially when you’re dressed in red.” Ruby gasped as my hand slid along her thigh, feeling the heat seep through the smooth nylon tights that she wore with the woolen red dress. Even with the cute reindeer pattern across her chest, she still looked good enough to devour for supper. She giggled, attempting to move my hand back to a safer distance. “Caleb, we can’t.” She glanced around anxiously. “What if the stewardess comes back to check on us?” I exhaled through my nose with a disappointed groan. “She won’t,” I assured, even though there was every chance that she might.

"Are you serious?" She nodded and the saleslady, who earlier was elated was now annoyed at Ligaya. She just lost a big earn because of Ligaya's strangeness. And so Ligaya and V proceeded to the men's section where clothes of her taste were located. There, she immediately spotted a black V-neck and a navy blue rounded-neck

Her eyes wavered under his cold gazes "Red is for Anger . Red is for Destruction . Red is for Passion . Red is for Blood and attention . Red is for Power and Red means strong . Red is for thirst And Red means Danger also" . . .... ,, Abhimanyu whispered each words in her ear and she squirmed under his presence . Abhimanyu stopped and moved away from her . Her Adam apple was bobbing up and down fastly . His eyed her throat and his loud throaty groaned filled the room but also made her to jump in fear

RED INK EP 28: Disposition • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ~~~~ Fred's point of view~~~ His motorcycle was a tough zandor 880 with over 1000cc and could travel sixty miles per hour. He chose this cruiser because it was light weight and was very practical. The lamps in front of it were dim because he made it so. His eyes needed to do the seeing and any light could put his target on watch.

Despite his slender appearance, he had broad shoulders, and Bianca could see the protruding muscles of his bare forearms. At the same time, she inwardly congratulated the clothes' designer on having had the delicate idea of tearing the fabric he was wearing in places. Bianca wasn't surprised, therefore, to realize that this stranger's skin, like that of her best friend, was extremely pale. But what fascinated her most were his eyes. They were a strange shade of blue and red. The rims were pinkish and covered with long lashes. There was something magnetic about her gaze, almost supernatural in its beauty.

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.

Someone had broken the lock. He immediately opened the drawer and fished through the various papers that were stocked in it, when a specific paper caught his eyes. More likely a picture. He gently grabbed the picture and what he saw made his blood boil. It was a picture of Lily and Rose laughing together. To be honest it was a very lovely picture. What made his blood boil was the Red Cross drawn over it with a marker. Dante knew what this meant. Whoever it was, he knew about the girls.