Red Tara Novels & Stories

"He's as handsome as you are, but not in a movie star way." "A movie star way?" I shifted to the left a little as the woman in front of me came in for a kiss. Something about it felt too intimate. "Not so fast, baby." I spun her around and pulled her flush against me as I tucked my erection against her ass. "Which one of you girls is planning on spending the night with my brother." "Sarah is." The redhead glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "I'm Tara."

I said and Athena crunched her eyebrows together. "Whatever you say, Redent." She said and yes she's still wearing a mask so people won't recognize her. I smiled and then we got ready. The staff started to countdown and when he said start.. We both let go of our hands and rode the zip line. It was fun and it's not important who's winning this but I want to see a smile back on her face. Athena opened her arms completely enjoying it and guess who wins? Me! I think it's because my weight is heavier than her.

Then Tara’s eyes strayed, straight to me. “Maya,” she chirps suddenly, a mischievous glint shining through her eyes. “You are new. Unknown in Chicago. Perfect!” I frown. “Perfect for what?” “I have an idea,” she breathes as her red lips curve. “Why don’t we run a fake dating campaign?”

And in one night, Hunter Blackwood had destroyed all of it. The bathroom door opened with a soft creak, releasing a cloud of steam into the already humid room. Tara emerged wearing one of the cheap terrycloth robes provided by the motel, her dark hair hanging in wet tangles around her shoulders. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her face blotchy and raw. She looked younger than her eighteen years, vulnerable in a way that made my protective instincts flare to life. "Feel better?" I asked gently, though we both knew the answer.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

"Get your aromatic pork! 60 dollars for an ounce! Once you taste it, you'll be back for life. I'll only cut the meat after you've paid. It's limited to two ounces per customer." With a subtly sweet scent, the meat was a vibrant, gorgeous red, slicked with an enticing, glossy finish. "Me! Cut mine for me first!" "There's a limit? I'll go get my wife!" … In less than half an hour, the meat was all gone, so I closed up the stall. Sitting in my room, I drank a cup of tea. Then I changed my clothes, picked up the iron hook, and headed to the backyard. Under the pale moonlight, the huge jar was dark red, bordering on black.

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

She found herself standing in the middle of the red forest again. The leaves from the trees were glowing in a deep red color, and the ground around her was covered with soft, dark moss. The air around her was stuffy, and the sky above was of an orange and gold color, with a large burning moon hanging and lighting up everything around her. Gabby looked around, her heart pounding faster. She could hear whispers again. This time, the voices were louder and clearer. “Come… Come...cooooome closer…” “Do you remember who you are…”

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.