Red X Blue の小説・ストーリー

I didn’t move. “I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered. “I want you.” “Don’t do anything you can’t take back, Nathan,” I whispered, but I still didn’t step away. I couldn’t. I wanted this. Wanted him. He gave the smallest nod, and because we were so close, I saw it. I also saw the color of his irises start to bleed outward—dark blue swallowing the whites. “Stop me if you don’t want this,” he whispered.

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

I softly thanked him and hung up. The courier had arrived. The packed gifts were loaded onto their truck. Soon, these things would return to his hands. In a few days, Mark and the others would come to Silverbrook Haven. When the ring is returned to me, Those years of young, foolish dreams Will end just like that. From then on, we'll each head toward different lives. Henry got drunk at a business cocktail party. He stumbled out of the washroom. He heard Eleanor on the phone. "That's great, darling, I'm flying to Silverbrook Haven tomorrow."

I ask. Caleb stares at me with confusion and looks at Lucas, whom I didn’t notice was sitting in the corner, “Yes, there’s 2 in that area. Red River and Blue moon.” Sweat drips down my brow, “Do either of those packs have a Beta named Ryan?”

“Hey, stranger. How's the world of blueprints treating you?” Charlotte’s face lit up as she turned to see Elijah, her best friend, standing there with his trademark grin. Elijah, tall, with dark hair and striking green eyes, he had an easygoing charm that drew people in. With his signature easygoing grin, Elijah had always been her rock, the one person who could make her laugh even on her worst days. They’d been through everything together, and his presence always managed to bring out the best in her, no matter how stressful her day was. .

Red says and puts her sister beside the wall just in front of the stairs and leans her into the wall. "I'll just get you a glass of water, stay here," Red said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Blue just stared at her sister, walking down the stairs as she keeps swelling up tears. She closed her eyes and think. She's troubled about something. It can make her sister go out of control again.

Vespera’s pov The interior of the Maybach was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the sound of my own jagged breathing. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows like streaks of dying stars, gold and white melting into each other. I watched Randell through the tinted glass as he stood frozen on the sidewalk. He looked small. For the first time in my life, the man who had loomed over me like a god looked like nothing more than a statue left out in the rain.

she holds up another dress, this one in a light blue shade. I simply shrug. Giving up on me she turns to Rachel who has about fifteen different dresses hanging from her arm. “What do you think?” “For you? I think the blue one, though the pink one would look really nice on Alina” With a smile Mile tosses the dress, I catch it against my thighs before it hits the floor. We go about picking out more clothes, “I think this is more my style” I hold on to a long sleeves dress in red velvet.

When Collen looked he noticed she was pinching her own arm, most likely trying not to laugh in Blue's face "Or red by the color his face is turning, he's definitely a colorful person." Blue's face was definitely red, his eyes turning blood shot. He was barely containing his anger. The only reason he was trying to keep it in check was due to the fact they were standing in Mark's establishment, 'Anywhere else and I would be busting this smug Irish bastard's face on the counter he's was leaning on.' Blue thought to himself gritting his teeth while eyeing Collen. Indeed if looks could kill Collen would have been dead after asking if his name was Pink.

Empty. But on the floor just beyond the doorway was another letter. No footsteps. No sound of retreating. Just the wind and the letter, like it had been dropped from the sky. Hands shaking, she picked it up. This one had no name. Inside was just one line: > You waited too long. Elara’s breath caught. She looked outside. And for the first time, she saw the sky was no longer gray. It was red. A deep, unnatural red bleeding across the clouds like someone had spilled blood across the heavens. And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon.