Red Sans Novels & Stories

Nine Years Later Red. It is everywhere, drenching the room in its rich, provocative splendor. Red, like the taste of dark cherries and the burn of vintage wine. Red, like whispered temptations and silent threats lurking behind polite smiles. The color of love and war. Of passion and destruction. Of blood.

''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

Are they coded? Chin high, confidence forced, I walk through the red door. I need to find Rico. If I don’t, it might cost me my job. He’s a nightmare of a boss, but he’s very clear about what happens if I fail. The red room is suffocating. The light paints faces in demonic hues. Women shimmer, their skin painted gold, catching the glow like living statues. One meets my gaze. High cheekbones, brilliant eyes—stunning even under the harsh red lighting.

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.

A bold, crimson bouquet. No note. No signature. Just one message, loud and clear. I wasn’t backing down. Not now. Not ever.

And all boring till Lilies sent Raven the catalogue of their new collection, yet to be launched, asking if we wanted any pieces. We browsed through it and my eyes fell in love with a deep red perfectly tailored suit. "Oh," Raven breathed. "Oh, that's perfect." "It's red. To a wedding." "It's not white or ivory. It's fine." She was already arranging for it to be sent. "And it's stunning. You'd look incredible." I stared at the image. Red was bold. Red would definitely get attention. Red would make a statement. Red was exactly what Victoria would hate.

I want something that screams at personality change, while still giving a hot and seductive look. “Crimson red.” I say. “Wonderful choice Mrs. Andrea.”

Aleena’s POV . Because of the date now, I had to unpack two of my bags and take out all the red dresses which I had with me. If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent