Novel & Cerita Red X Pink Among Us

I’m running as fast as I can through the trees, my heart is racing. I feel like it will explode any minute. I can see the opening in the gate, my escape isn’t far off. I hear people yelling dogs barking, I know they are searching for me. I’m almost to the exit, my freedom, “Stop right there!!!” The guard yelled. I keep running, there’s a gunshot and it all goes black.

The Emperor raised a toast as they all lifted their wine glasses and clicked it together before they began to sip from it. Back at the Cougar quarters, the selected cougars for the auction were so happy, they could not wait to leave the Cougar Empire and belong to only one person. News has it that once a person steps into the Cougar Empire that person never makes it out again, until a miracle like the Cougar auction happens to you. That's the only way you will be able to stop serving different men in public and belong to one person.

He nods before turning to the others. "I'm Alexandra Kings. Wife to Aiden Kings. I believe we met once at a lingerie store." Alex asks with a mock just as Sean get in with about thirty to forty men and stands on the other corner. Alex only spares him a glance in acknowledgment then turns but to Macy. "You." She points at a frightened Macy but doesn't say anything else. "Everyone dies, apart from her and him. Those are mine." She says in authority. Immediately the gunshots begin and I turn to Tobias.

"Whatever happens tonight, kill every Sinaloa Cartel member you find." A chorus of “Yes, boss” echoed through the room as we prepped for the inevitable bloodshed. V issued the same orders to his crew. The room buzzed with anticipation, guns and ammo being loaded in a deadly rhythm. Suddenly, I felt a warm breath against my ear. Ruby was standing right beside me, her voice a soft whisper. "That’s a pretty gun." I barely suppressed a shiver as her fingers trailed along my waist, reaching for my Ed Brown 1911. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her just in time.

It would be embarrassing for her if she trips and everyone notices. Rojean nodded her head, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried her best not to look scared even if she was petrified on the inside. ‘This is the underground industry I’ve heard of.’ she thought to herself whilst she fixed the mask on her face. ‘Black market? Drugs? Sei’s involved with the people here?’ “You’re doing good.” said Krister who was trying to make her less nervous. “Back straight.” ‘Is it really fine that I don't talk?’ Rojean asked herself with a frown on her face as she straightened her back. She was never this posh looking in her entire life and you really couldn’t blame her for attempting and wanting t

Red continued, "and Dax always has a Diet Cola." "Ten years sober," Dax said proudly. "Nice to meet you," I said. "Over here is Grim and his brother Gunner." Red motioned to two men probably about his age, both fit and imposing. Grim wore his hair in a mohawk, and Gunner's was shaved bald. "Beer on tap, and Irish whiskey," Red denoted their drinks of choice. Then he reached across the bar and took Gunner's hand. "Gunner's also my mate."

“It does. I love this look. I will take whatever colors you have.” “Perfect. The shorts are just black and a black and white pin stripped. The tank is black, white, a dark teal and a deep pink color.” “Oh! Get the pink!” Justina yelled. Scrunching up my nose, I wasn’t a fan of that idea. There was a knock on the door. When she opened the door, a man stood on the other side that gave off danger vibes.

ROSALINA'S POV Pink, red, and purple lights intertwined above us, casting a sensual spell as we continued our passionate dance. Each color seemed to symbolize a different facet of our connection: pink for desire, red for fiery intensity, and purple for the electric chemistry that bound us together.

I reply, sharp as a blade. Pablo coughs. Dante stiffens. I reach up and run my fingers over his collar, right where the lipstick stains the fabric. “Pink,” I murmur. “Not really my color. I prefer deep reds. But it suits your skin tone nicely.” Then I smile sweetly. And walk away, leaving them both behind.

Luck asked. “Well, apparently, there's no Crimson Red, and Red Talcum has been hiding under the guise of Black Hearts. The last Crimson that was recorded was years before Black hearts.” Amy said looking at Eric who looked away. He knows all of these already. “So what do we do?” Eugene asked, looking at Amy. “The only thing we do is bring a fine Red Talcum and claim the Mayor to be Andrew Richardson.” Amy said. “That was what my boss was trying to do.” Eugene said much to her surprise. She breathes out.