Red Sans Novels & Stories

Her forehead creased with worry lines. “Ah, you heard that.” My voice sounded weak and pathetic. I dropped my gaze, not having enough confidence to maintain eye contact. “It’s Ruby, isn’t it?” She remembered, flashing an empathic smile that relaxed me. “Did you want to go with the black dress,” she asked, wincing her eyes. “I saw the way you were looking at the red one.” I brightened at that. “That one is gorgeous. Is it available?” “It sure is,” she replied, making my day. “Go into the fitting room and I’ll bring it through.”

"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.

''I think I'll have you instead. She turned around immediately. Her eyes darting to the redhead who being a smart girl was now putting her clothes back on. ''Have me what like... have like na-- naked like... have.'' Her blush was deepening with each stutter until I thought her face was going to burst and she did look good when she blushed but my patience was running thin.

Orange started next to blow her trumpet: "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you." Red could stand it no longer he shouted out: "I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of lo

Or wherever the hell they came from. "I'm guessing your favourite colour is black," Vanessa said, pointing her fork at me. My fingers tapped the stem of my glass. "It's red." Her eyes widened slightly. "You don't strike me as a red type." I've never had a favourite colour before but somehow red seemed right. Rhea's favourite colour is red. Valid enough reason. "I find the colour..." I paused and sipped the Bordeaux. "Quite appealing." "Hmm," she murmured, digging into her salmon.