Red Sans Novels & Stories

Ryan said, gesturing toward the drinks he had served. Sandra frowned as she looked at the drink in front of her. It had a greenish color, while Vanessa's drink was bright yellow and her husband's was white. "Ryan, what kind of drink is this? Why is it green?" she asked, lifting the glass in front of her.

Red lights bled across the pitch black walls. The man at the entrance smiled politely. "Band Color?" Zane's eyes drifted to the tray the man gestured at. It laid out three options for the doms. Red. Yellow. Green. Zane brows furrowed in thought. Red meant he wasn't interested in anyone at the club and brought someone else to enjoy privately. If he had a sub with him, and he chose the red band, his sub would be given a white one--which signified, taken. Clearly, Zane came alone and so that was out of his options.

"Dylan, I'm fine. It is important that you show the third princess, who is a valued guest in our kingdom, that you do not disregard her." Rose gave Miren a sideways glance. She held the fan in the palm of her hand while she played it, and the crimson feathers made light contact with her fair skin. Red, when placed against a white background, not only looks stunning but also can make people shiver when they look at it.

I think I know who that is. “Is…is that Ryder?” I whisper. I see Julianne nod silently from the corner of my eyes. Under the pale moonlight, Ryder’s coat is the colour of obsidian and a silver streak rides his tail. He is magnificently beautiful. And as he turns to face his pack, I catch a glimpse of his eyes. They are blood red and they glow with a rage that I have never seen before. “What is he doing?” I ask Julianne. Her odd speech from earlier on has been pushed to the back of my mind. We have more pressing matters at hand.

Alex mounted up from his chair, picked his stuff like car keys, mobile, etc. “Henry, let’s go to Roselyn Lunatic Asylum.” Henry also stood up with a wide grin on his face. Though they are not sure for what Rose visits Roselyn lunatic Asylum they are sure they will get the answer to the most important question of their life ‘why is Red Rose?’ over there. Alex drove up at its fastest speed. This Red Rose case and this question ‘who is a red rose?’ made their life hell for many months. This case is not less than any maze the more they are trying to come out the more they are wandering deep inside.

She still couldn't be the queen but tonight, she would get everything she had ever wanted. The feeling of being on top of the world. Four men stood beside her, two on her right and another two on her left, guarding her against danger but she was more cable than they were. Suddenly, the moon color changed and took the color of the deepest red as the four men beside her suddenly dropped dead on the floor without a sound. She jumped on her feet as the glass fell and its content spread all over the floor. Her eyes widened as she gazed at her fallen men. The feeling of amusement was gone and now, it was replaced with horror and dread.

He was typing on his phone, his thumb moving furiously. “You’re late,” I said, standing up. I smoothed the skirt of my vintage floral dress—a dress I knew made me look frumpy, but Randell had once said he preferred “modest” women. Randell stopped walking. He didn’t look up from his screen. “I’m working. Go to bed.” “It’s our fifth anniversary, Randell.” He finally looked up. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, held zero emotion. No guilt. No affection. Just mild irritation, like I was a software update popping up at an inconvenient time.

I ask, swiftly before I lose my confidence. Roman raises both his brows before grinning, "Of course love" His eyes quickly go over the shelf where the colorful bottles of nail polish are arranged then he lifts like index finger and points, "That one" Grace looks at the shelf then at Roman, "Which one, Sir?" She asks, unsure. I'm unsure too. "The red one, red is her color" Roman responds then goes back to his phone. Grace looks at me with wide eyes and a faint blush, I'm sure I look same.

“Not if we balance it correctly. We can use Ruby red for accents, like table runners, flower arrangements, or even a signature cocktail. That way, it enhances the overall aesthetic without overwhelming it. We can make it work if we approach it maturely, like Nova pointed out." Like I said, he keeps surprising me. I expected him to state that this was his reason for picking black, but he didn't do what I predicted. Instead, he seemed to support me even when the others didn't share the same thoughts as we did. He seemed to have done his research on the colour I chose. “What about the dress code? How will Ruby Red fit into that?” Miss Sandra asked, frowning. “Won't that make it too much? We mig

Red said to her and her eyes widened as if about to pop out of its sockets. "What?" She asked. "I know you like me" Red replied. "I don't" Sarah said shyly. "You do. why else would you have pictures of me in your phone?" Red said. "You are too ugly for me I only kept the pictures so I can have something to laugh about." she said. Red isn't ugly at all. You can tell by the way Sarah keeps blushing. He was called red because of his red hair. He has a great body structure and a killer smile.