The Red Sleeve Novels & Stories

And she links my arm with hers as we head out. The man that I want to see the most right now is Adair. Entering the room where we got our measurements done my breath hitches in my throat as I take in Adair. Holy shit. Cut to precision, his tux is exquisitely made not shying away from showing off his muscular body and broad shoulders. The completly black colored tuxedo with a blood red colored tie screams lethal and not to be messed with. On the breast pocket of his blazer fits a blood red handkerchief with a sword pin, and to complete his look he holds a Roman styled black mask that alludes power and prestige.

I pull back. In the movement, his left arm braces against the bench edge. His jacket's gone. He's in a thin long-sleeve shirt. Dark charcoal. Sleeves pushed to his forearms. The shift pulls the fabric up. Two inches. Three. POV: Silas The wind hits the bare skin of my inner wrist before I feel the fabric slide. The scar is out. Right there. Pale and jagged in the flickering light. Old reflex hits first. Hide it. Yank the sleeve. Make it nothing. My fingers twitch toward the cuff before I stop them.

“You finally came.” “Finally?” He arched a brow, playful but curious. “I…” “She’s been waiting for you,” Roberta interjected before I could speak, giving me a knowing wink. “She’s been staring at the door for hours until you walked in.” I murmured, “That’s not—” Then my eyes caught a faint red stain on his sleeve. Small, almost invisible… but enough to pull my attention. And it was red. At first, I thought it was lipstick. But as I looked closer, my stomach dropped, and I almost passed out. It was blood.

Making sure to catch the attention of all those that worked on the tenth floor with my outfit. Today was a special day. 'Operation leave them drenched' and I'm sure as hell going to look good while I was at it. Nothing too fancy, just a red dress suit with a cloak sleeve. The suit stopped just at my mid thigh, showing off my fair skin. The matching red high heels I wore somehow added to the whole elegance of the suit and made it all the more appealing. I call it 'The Siren,' Awesome right? It is so for the occasion.

She came out and her dress was lovely She wore a red gown with one sleeve hand and the other hand sleeveless , with a slit that stopped at her mid thigh " you look amazing " I gushed " awww thank you " she replied So she sat and I straightened her curly hair after combing and applying hair lotion. And I'm done she's ready and by the time its already 6 . " Thank you Karen and I'll like you to attend the party and don't worry about not bringing suitable clothes the cook has already dropped a clothe on your bed "she said

Do your boss have any family?” Erica questioned Aslam “No miss it’s only him and few servants and guards” Aslam replied as they all finally reached last step “Fuck…” mike and erica both cursed in unison by standing on top 200th step, it was then the reluctantly saw a abundance ‘Red coloured palace’ standing tall and proud in front of their eyes, Mike , Erica and Meenakshi all kept staring at traditional Indian palace which was completely covered in bright deep red coloured walls also it was surrounded by a unimaginable vast garden which had thousands of flowers around which there were hundreds of butterfly flying around, the view they were witnessing was simply majestic, their whole surround

There was no way I was letting go of such an opportunity. The guard gave me an enraged glare so I let go of him swiftly and lifted the sleeve of my left arm showing a red mark. The color of my wolf. It was history, but it was also a widely accepted rumor that wolves that were red in color were stronger and fiercer than other wolves. The guard's eyes seem to widen in shock upon seeing the mark. But then he nodded and led me to the registration unit. After registering, I was allowed into New Moove great hall.

Anna As I held the ID in my hand, I began to experience doubt about my decision to sell the jacket. I have never had a predisposition towards theft; the notion of taking things that don't belong to me has never once crossed my mind. The decision to sell the jacket was a product of sheer desperation. With a heavy heart, I looked at the ID card once more and let out a sigh. Dante Williams is a force to be reckoned with, and his reputation extends far beyond the confines of New York City.

I was now busy when a call came through and I hated the voice I heard from the other end. "Enrico McDonald, what do you want?” I asked in my cold tone. “Nothing that DeLuca could offer. Anyway, there is a Red Rose Ball tonight, and we would want to see you and your wife there — if she is even willing," he stated before hanging up the phone. Enrico is such a fool; despite knowing that he cannot compete with the DeLuca Empire, he invites me to gatherings where I can humiliate the crap out of him. "David, get the guards ready; we will be attending a Red Rose Ball tonight, and McDonald's will also be there," I remarked as I made my way upstairs.

See you tomorrow. Lilly Peters P.S. Who says I need to wear a shirt at all ;) I'm getting braver by the minute; I can't help it when this sexy boss of mine tempts me to no end. I don’t think he even realizes how interested I am in him, well maybe just in a sexual way I tried to convince myself. I am going to have to play hard to get so he thinks he won the bet, but in reality I know I let him win.