The Red Sleeve Novels & Stories

Rosette’s point of view ~~~ The gown on me, was perfect. A soft satin that clung to me in all the right places, the color a deep dark red that reflected the light every time I moved. The neckline dipped just enough to be bold but not desperate, and the slit running up my thigh made me feel like I could walk into a battlefield and win, not just an auction hall. The sleeves were off the shoulder, hugging my skin, leaving my collarbones bare.

He had been struggling the last few days and he vowed to practice eating with his left hand in the future in case something ever happened again, it was frustrating to feel so incompetent. Nettie reached out to catch the fork as well but instead caught hold of his hand, leaving the utensil to fall to the bed unnoticed. Caleb could only stare in shock as his chest constricted and a glowing, pulsing light flashed out from their wrists and a red string appeared coiled form their forearms to their wrists before connecting. He was dimly aware of a gasp from somewhere else in the room but his eyes were locked on the other’s eyes. They both remained motionless, just staring, until the loud blaring o

Besides, it had been long since we spend time together as a couple. And now, I just came from there, ready to surprise him. “Of course, but…” “If he is in, then that's the perfect time to surprise him, right?” I cut Sofia off, walking forward then turned back to show her my red dress that hugged my curved body well. At the side on the right leg, there was a long slit that moved to the end of the dress, showing off my pale-rose thigh. The dress was short sleeved at the top and it showed part of my cleavage, making anyone droll at my round boobs.

The note read: "You look stunning in red. -D" Seraphina's heart skipped a beat as she reached out to touch the soft, silky fabric. She had a feeling this was going to be a night to remember... Moments later, there was a knock on the door. "Makeup and hair, courtesy of Damien," a cheerful voice announced. In walked a talented stylist, armed with a makeup bag and a hairbrush. Seraphina was taken aback but pleased by the surprise. She sat back and let the stylist work her magic, transforming her face with a natural yet elegant look. A soft, smoky eye, a subtle blush, and a swipe of red lipstick - the final result was stunning.

This is free and soft. "White again" Ril spoke. "Wear this" He spoke, moving a small box in front of me on the bed. I opened the box and there was a long dress covering up my legs. It was crimson red. There was a soft maroon bottom underskirt and on top of that, there was a red net. There was a dark crimson red stone at the neck of the dress with a small chain attached to the dress itself. The butterfly sleeve is really soft. "White is good, but this red looks good on you"

He gracefully swung the knife at the last person standing before retrieving it from his skin. Ten dead bodies later, the room was enveloped in silence. "Is that everyone?" Vincenzo asked. "I guess," Dante replied. "Dante, I think you got a scratch," James pointed towards Dante's sleeve which had a blotch of red blood. He slightly moved his sleeve to the side, to see a glass stuck in his arm.

He sighed dramatically. “I know.” The music shifted again as dancers rotated around us. Jerry leaned slightly closer before speaking quickly. “Alpha Marten is at the right corner of the hall.” I looked immediately. “There are hundreds of men here.” “He wears a red rose on his sleeve.” My eyes widened slightly. “He made it specially for you.” Something warm moved unexpectedly through my chest. Jerry released my hand carefully. “Go meet him before another lady mistakes him for her match.” I laughed softly despite myself. Then he spun away gracefully, immediately catching another royal woman into the dance while I continued deeper into the ballroom.

He offered the red dress on a hanger to her then left. She threw the gown on the bed and accessed it, it was sleeveless with a long v - shaped neck line and slit by her right hip. The back had no peculiar design, all the attention was to the front. It was the hue that infuriated her, red wasn't her favourite of colours, despite the fact it was a color she woke up to everyday.

“I felt butterflies.” “Well, you'll be feeling more than butterflies when he sees you in this,” Taryn was now holding up a little red dress. It was knee-length, deep ruby red with a scallop neckline. “This is the one,” she said as she tossed it to Katherine. Kat held it up against her body and smiled at the way the colour red accentuated her features.

Then she immediately closed it again, wrinkling her nose. Harry took his shirt and put it on. However, as he buttoned it to his chest, the seams seemed about to break with every breath he took. Then he turned and spread his arms to show the older woman the source of the problem. The shirt showed off his broad shoulders perfectly. Harry had rolled the sleeves up over his forearms, revealing the swollen veins under his skin. Marguerite took a deep breath before nodding in satisfaction: "Very sincerely. Keep the shirt. It will drive the girls crazy in the village!"