The Green Ribbon Novels & Stories

“But most importantly, I want to thank the women who will soon call this place home. Your resilience and courage are the true heart of this project. This is for you.” The applause swells again, and Sienna steps back from the podium, allowing the crowd to express their support. Courtney steps up to her side, handing her a pair of golden scissors. Together, they approach the red ribbon stretched across the entrance to the main building. “On the count of three,” Courtney whispers with a smile. Sienna nods, her hand steady as she raises the scissors. The crowd counts aloud, their voices rising in unison. “One… two… three!” The ribbon falls away, and the crowd erupts into cheers. Sienna steps asi

The audience held their collective breath, their anticipation palpable. In unison, the trio began to cut the ribbon. The giant scissors glided effortlessly through the fabric, the satisfying sound of the snip resonating through the air. The ribbon fell away, revealing the entrance to the Infragenius office in all its glory. As the ribbon dropped, a burst of applause and cheers erupted from the crowd. The media crew, eager to capture the historic moment, snapped their cameras and recorded the event for posterity.

Rhea remembered the ribbon too clearly. During her time as Luna, she had kept a small basket of them in the Luna corridor: black, blue, and silver, plain enough for children to wear without feeling silly, soft enough not to scratch young wrists when nerves made them pull at the knots. She had given them to the children before their first moon lessons, when fear made their hands shake, and their little wolves pressed too close beneath the skin. Some had been terrified of claws. Some of the pain. Some of losing control and hurting people they loved. Rhea had knelt then, too.

The drummers stopped beating the drum and everywhere was completely silent. "I didn't take you to be someone who gives up," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Ooohhhh," the pack members teased, causing me to blush. The drummers resumed beating the drums happily and everyone came together to dance once again. Mrs. Teresa's granddaughter Lily walked up to me with a bright blue ribbon in her hand. "What's the ribbon for, Lily?" I asked. "It's a sign of friendship, Luna," Mrs. Teresa answered. "It's a pack's tradition to tie it on someone you'd like to be your friend," she explained.

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

CINNAMON A woman stood there in a black uniform, white blouse, black vest, hair pulled back in a sleek bun. But it wasn't her I was staring at. It was the trolley. Green roses. Hundreds of them. Arranged in a massive display that must have taken hours to put together. Not the typical red or pink or white. These were deep forest green with darker green edges, unusual and striking and somehow perfect. "Delivery for Ms. Wealth." The woman smiled. "From Mr. DM."

That bothered Violet more than if he had. Renee’s voice came back, lower now. “There’s something on the glass.” Violet’s blood went cold. “Do not touch it.” “I’m not touching it.” “What is it?” Renee was silent for too long. “Renee.” “It’s a ribbon.” The passage seemed to shrink. Violet’s fingers tightened around the phone until her knuckles hurt. “What color?” No answer. She did not need one. Still, she forced herself to ask again.

The newest ribbon braid waited in a basket: vibrant spring colors mixed with deep, enduring tones. Elena went first, tying a strand of soft rose and silver. “For the women healing at the center. For the courage it takes to begin again. And for Sophia and me choosing each other honestly, even when the world doesn’t understand.” Sophia added a small, delicate thread. “Thank you for making space for me in this beautiful circle.” Leo, voice deepening further with every month, tied a bright copper ribbon. “For inventions that give people control over their own lives. And for knowing when it’s time to step forward.”

"Are you just doing this just because Ashton will be there?" "No," I lied. Well, half lied. Maybe I'm doing it because Brayden might be there too. I don't know, honestly. But I know that I want to impress someone, I just don't know who. I told Mom I wanted something simple but nice, attractive but doesn't attract a lot of attention. And that's what she found for me. The top part was shiny silver, and the bottom part was of lacy white. The top and bottom were connected by a pastel pink ribbon.

“This was dropped off at the front desk for ‘Event Management Lead.’ No return name. But it was marked urgent.” I hesitated as I took it. It was a plain white envelope… tied close with a green satin ribbon. Not just any ribbon. Green satin. It was a muted forest green with a matte texture. It was exactly like the one I had tied around Zane’s birthday gift years ago. He had laughed in my face then and called it ‘ridiculously overthought’, but he tucked the ribbon into his pocket My breath caught in my throat. My hands trembled as I ran my fingers over the knot. I tried to convince myself that it meant nothing. It could just be a coincidence.