The Red Sleeve Novels & Stories

" You know what it is?" I just looked at his dazzling eyes, I don't know what it was for. " What's with red strings?" He tied it first to his pinky fingers after he tied it to himself, he got mine and he started to tie it. " It is the Red​ String of Fate, if we die soon. You and I will meet again in our next life" He beamed a smile and I just got teary eyed. After Articus kissed me, someone's force opened the door. We heard a crash downstairs and I started to tighten my hug to Articus. We tried to don't make any noise but we heard the footsteps it's going upstairs.

I ask, turning to face him fully. He shrugs, hands slipping into his pockets. “Why not? Ghost isn’t the only one who sees the fire in you.” Red reappears with her arms full, dumping things into my arms. “Try them. If you don’t, I will.” I roll my eyes, muttering a curse under my breath. Titan leans in as I turn toward the dressing room. “You should pick the red one,” he says quietly, voice brushing hot against my ear. “Something about that color on you...”

Then she pulled back to hug her first every paying customer. "It's so nice to see you again." April said to Princi. "I was working on your dress non-stop to get it ready in time." April placed a large bag on top of the table and Princi and I waited for her to take it out. April reached in but doesn't pull the whole thing out as she didn't want anyone to see it before the customer gets to wear it first. Pulling the sleeve out of the back, she showed us a glanced of the color she used. It's a dark red fabric.

I could only hope he wouldn’t get disgusted by it and have to let go of my hand. “Hera?” She raised a perfectly carved brow up. Glancing from me to her son. “Not Red?” I shook my head. “No ma’am. A-Aziel has the habit of calling me Red.” I realized that it was the first time I’d called out his name in front of him. It felt weird and different honestly. It was a lot easier calling him by his name in my head. “He sort of picked up that nickname because the first time we met, I was wearing a red dress.” I said, taking a quick glance at him.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

I said and Athena crunched her eyebrows together. "Whatever you say, Redent." She said and yes she's still wearing a mask so people won't recognize her. I smiled and then we got ready. The staff started to countdown and when he said start.. We both let go of our hands and rode the zip line. It was fun and it's not important who's winning this but I want to see a smile back on her face. Athena opened her arms completely enjoying it and guess who wins? Me! I think it's because my weight is heavier than her.

I just had to try it on and it fit me like a glove. I applied all my skincare products and put on a light makeup before picking up the dress. I immediately slipped it on and I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I fell in love with it all over again, I slipped on my red 4-inches jimmy choos and checked on the time. I had spent more than 30 minutes already, and in no time I reckoned Adam would be here. With a new sense of urgency, I spritz on my perfume and pick up a simple purse. I dropped my lipstick and phone into the purse. I made my way down the stairs and sure enough Adam’s car had almost been waiting for me.

The name sat heavy in my chest, carrying a history I'd had no part in and no warning about. I looked down at my sleeve. Ivory wool, pale and clean under the hallway light. White. It's always white. He likes to dress the truth up as something clean. Her voice wouldn't leave me. And the longer I looked at my own sleeve, the less it felt like something I'd chosen for myself. I had told myself the color was intentional — a message, a way of showing the family that we were united, solid, one thing instead of two. Armor, I'd thought.

Large glass doors stayed open to let in the sound of the ocean. Damien pointed to a tall wooden stool. "Sit." I sat down and watched him. He unbuttoned two more buttons on his dress shirt. Then he unclipped his cuffs. He rolled the sleeves up slowly, tucking the fabric high on his arms. I couldn't look away. The movement showed off his thick, muscled forearms. His skin was covered in a full tattoo sleeve. The dark ink looked bold against his tan skin. I watched the muscles move as he reached for a knife.

A species I should avoid like a plague. I could not run from the truth anymore, and I could not fight. In fact, I ached to stop fighting it. “Are you going to say something?” Her tone dripped with irritation as it sliced through my thoughts. “No,” I shook my head, my gaze dropping to her shoulder. “I’d rather show you.” Slowly, I pushed the sleeve of her dress off her shoulder. It was a pepper red casual dress that made her eyes pop and stopped inches above her mid thigh. Practically a shirt, if you may.