Red X Blue Novels & Stories

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

It was a peculiar sight to see three glass vials with three different liquids inside. The middle one was red and two external ones were green and blue. They looked so cheerful like the paints used by children to make a nice picture. But in reality, each of them was an ingredient of a mixture capable of changing people beyond recognition. The trick with those elements was that, separately, each of them had a different property. “The green one could erase your short-distant memory, the blue deprives you of any love for anyone and anything - it can make your life utterly unbearable to live. The red one in turn provokes hatred towards someone whose body touched you first after drinking it.”

Her long ombre hair reaches down to her waist, and her looks were complimented with a cute baby blue embroidery Bardot dress that compliments her eyes. The two boys have blonde and brown hair which makes them delightfully dazzling to look in their way. They both have light brown eyes. The boy with blonde hair has a pair of reading glasses on his face which gave him a gentle demeanor. While the boy with brown hair has a cocky and arrogant kind of look on his face which lets you know the troublemaker between the two boys. The woman herself was drop-dead gorgeous. On her were printed trousers with a plain black top, some sandals and a pair of sunglasses which makes her more alluring.

"The blue has a kind of innocent vibe but the red has sexy air about it." "Innocent vibe? Sexy air? Alex, what in the world are you talking about?" She asked, confusion written all over her face. I forgot I was talking to my mum. "What I mean is, I'd wear the blue if I wasn't expecting anything after the date but the red if I was." I explained. "And this something is....ooh." She paused. "Red it is then." It took a moment for what she just said to click. "MUM!!"

“You don’t understand the bigger picture.” I tilted my head slightly. “Do you?” He frowned. “I know what you are planning to do,” I continued “You want to be powerful.” “That’s not what this is,” he snapped. “Isn’t it?” His nostrils flared. “Did you know Blue doesn’t see colors the way others do?” I said calmly. “And neither do you.” He stared at me, confusion shifting into anger. “She has color vision deficiency,” I went on. “And so do you.”

Mama G stepped in, and behind her stood someone new. “This here’s Red,” she announced. “New muscle. Be nice.” The man behind her didn’t look like the usual bouncers—no dead-eyed stare, no swollen neck straining a polo shirt. Red had dyed crimson hair in a sharp buzz cut, and his face was a map of silver—piercings in his brow, his lip, and both ears. Tattoos peeked out from the sleeves of his hoodie. His eyes weren’t cold black like the others. They were a pale blue, watching the room like he was sizing up more than threats.

"I know you must be wondering why I changed the color, but you don't have to be. I felt ruby red accents would complement the sapphire blue beautifully. It would add a pop of sophistication and energy to the event. Also, Annika's insight into the future by determining a suitable color for us should be appreciated. What do you think, Annika?" He turned to me with a raised eyebrow, smiling. He didn't seem like he had a trick up his sleeve, which made me relax my guard, knowing he wasn't against me. Nodding, I smiled slightly. "I agree. Mr. Angelo has an excellent point. The contrast would create a stunning visual effect, just as we are hoping with this project. Doing something different will o

Not only did we make it to the end of the case, but we kept our red alive and it's stronger than ever. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heart beat. I know his world isn’t normal, but neither is mine. Hell, the Adair’s don’t back down from anything, and no matter what happens, I’ll stand with him shoulder to shoulder ready to take on the battles. There’s no one I’d rather fight beside and there’s no one I’d rather love for the rest of my life.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

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