Red Tara Novels & Stories

Once we were seated Tara walked in wearing a short red dress that showed off her cleavage and creamy thighs. She smirked and our eyes met. "Marcus dear meet my father Mr. Eden" she admitted proudly.

Her talent deserved to be seen. Outside the window, the scenery raced past like time passing me by. And then, that afternoon, when I finally met Aurora in person, she was still wearing red. She stormed into my office like a furious little pup, pointing at me and snapping, "Who do you think you are?! Why should I work for you? Discipline me? You're not anyone to me!" Her eyes were burning with defiance, wild and beautiful. She was furious, but her delicate face was flushed, making her look like an angry little kitten.

Author’s POV… Caitlin paced about in her room as she awaited her personal servant who followed her from the Silver Claws pack house. Rita was in line with her father’s plans and had been sent here to aid Caitlin in Alpha Gabriel’s quest. Caitlin’s heart was on the rise as she didn’t know what to expect. This was her first sabotage attempt, and she could only hope that things would go according to plan. Rita entered a few minutes later wearing a dark cloak. She took it off as soon as she closed the door behind her.

she pauses, selecting the word with care, "an invitation." "An invitation to what?" She gives me a look that makes the question feel infantile. "Red. Venga." (Come on.) "You need to think." I file this under: look past the shoulder. By day three, my hair is a liability. In a yard of dark and grey heads, auburn hair is a beacon. I braid it tight, but the color is still the color. It marks me as a target. I realize I can't make myself less visible, so I must change what visibility means. It needs to stop meaning available target and start meaning claimed. Protected.

Media is also there for a live coverage asking questions with CEO's of different companies and business delegates and add agencies. I don't know anyone here, it seems like I'm lost in this artificial world. There is a woman who is wearing red hot dress, revealing almost everything, I can't see her face clearly cause a tall man is blocking her face. So I went more nearer to her, she is none other than rosy, and the tall man is Mr. Alexander Hamilton. They both looked at me at the same time, I did not move to anywhere, I just stand there looking at them.

I looked hot tonight, this red dress will totally rock the party tonight. There's a launching party that I have to attend tonight. My brother was the one who should take this but he's busy so he asked me to replace him instead. I wore this beautiful long red dress and it was so beautiful with small cross straps crossing my back until my waist. It has a beautiful V cut on the front and it fits my curves perfectly. My stylist braid my hair to the back making me more elegant but sexy at the same time. I love this long red dress so much, it just defines me.

And he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted. So one could only imagine the shock he got when the one woman he wanted more than succumb to his desires. Red was nothing like all the other women he met. She wasn't like any of those girls he had bedded before. She was pure, innocent, and beautiful. She was a breath of fresh air to his life. He could feel it, just by looking at her. The very moment she stepped into the room, in that red lingerie, her soul shined brighter than the sun.

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.

"Tara, you think you can still run? This is all your fault!" "Call the police! Arrest this monster who killed her own sister!" Seeing there was no way out, Tara dropped all pretense. The red in her eyes turned terrifying. "Enough! Since you’ve all figured it out, none of you are leaving alive!" She grabbed a knife from the table and lunged at me. However, before she could reach me, a ghost infant latched onto her. Then more than ten of them swarmed her all at once, wrapping around her body like a writhing mass.

"The training camp, Cat." Silence. Oh. Oh no. My stomach drops. "Red Ridge Youth Combat Camp," Tara says like she's announcing the apocalypse. "Hosted by Alpha Greg. My Alpha. The annual thing you've gone to since you were fifteen?" I stare at her. "I hate you." She beams instantly. "You love me." Every year Red Ridge hosts a multi-pack combat and control camp for young wolves. Kids. Teens. Advanced trainees. Elite invitations. Combat. Control. Pack defense.