The Red Sleeve Novels & Stories

Across the deck, under a rustic awning of white fabric on tall wooden supports, all decked with blue, red and white flowers, the red party waited: Jim Robinson right under the awning, with his brother and Liam McDonnell, No Return’s other guitarist, to his right. They wore Renaissance white shirts with long bag sleeves and laces sprouting from cuffs and collars. Black leather vests, down to their thighs, and broad red sashes hanging from their left shoulder across their chest, black trousers and high leather boots. Long red cloaks covered their right shoulder, falling all the way to brush the top of their boots. Liam McDonnell held a vertical red banner trimmed in gold, with a big golden su

She asked me, taking a sip of coffee while I was just staring at her. “I told you that this will be forever,” I said. Elena’s POV: I was looking at myself in the mirror and smiling. For tonight, I picked the red silk sleeveless dress; it had a deep V-neck showing a teasing amount of cleavage. The dress was reaching to my knees with a tiny slit on one side going to mid-thigh. My hair was straight and left open. I applied red lipstick and mascara, ditching any other makeup for tonight. My black stilettos were resting near my bed.

“Never going to happen.” Just as I’m about to turn away, Raquel grabs me by the upper arm. My shirt’s sleeve rides up an inch, exposing the bottom portion of my old tattoo. She frowns, a flicker of recognition flashing across her eyes. She doesn’t let me escape, moving so swiftly that I have no time to react. She pushes my sleeve up to expose the entire composition: a raven with red feathers and an arrow in its black beak. Her mouth falls open. “You’re a Red Raven.”

Mary and her daughter, Olivia, decided to go shopping today for tonight's dinner with Mary’s partner. They first started at a makeup shop, where Olivia expressed the need for new makeup to enhance her look for the evening. Afterward, they moved on to selecting dresses for the occasion. Olivia chose a cherry-red dress with long sleeves featuring a daring open back and a slit that elegantly revealed her left leg. Mary opted for a vibrant red dress that cascaded all the way down to her feet, also with long sleeves.

It was his bronze complexion that made him as mysteriously beautiful as an exotic prince. Absently, my gaze fell on the deep V of his white shirt, and I caught a glimpse of that powerful chest now heaving in a tranquil rhythm. I swallowed as I imagined running my hand across that tight, warm skin…. Blood? I stared in surprise at the dark red patch around his left sleeve. He must have gotten that when saving me, I reflected remorsefully. I reached out a hand to check it—.

"Calling it harassment is putting it mildly. You know exactly how despicable your actions were." Talking to him felt beneath me. This man was a beast in a suit. "So, you don't have any proof? Just you wait. I'll sue you for defamation!" Aidan's warning came out in a venomous tone. "Who says there's no proof?" Scarlett appeared in the doorway, leaning on a crutch. One of her legs had been broken by Camila, but it wasn't permanent. With proper care, she could recover completely. She, like Martin, was still young.

And just like the conference last year, all were wearing their suit to their own satisfaction. Marco Czeslaw of Sanguine pack wears this white-colored sleeve opened with three buttons, topped with a black suit, and partnered with dark trousers. On his upper left corner, the chest part is embroidered with a symbol ♄. The emblem of the Sanguine pack. His silver-like hair was daringly brushed backward. And what’s keeping him different from the rest was his audacious gaze with those grey eyes he possesses.

he replied. I growled again, but this time Edmond had his own question. "Who is your leader?" “The Red King!” “Oh my God, he's someone I have to ask for help when the war comes," I remembered. "You can't take her.If your boss has a problem with this, he can come here himself and we'll talk about it! " replied Edmond with his same Alpha voice. "No! We taking her, whether you like it or not! ", yelled one of the Reds. They have advanced, and so have we.

The color reminded her of the roses in her garden back home. “Red," she whispered. Violeta looked at her with a smirk. "That's a good name. I like it." They finally stopped at a heavy wooden door. A golden plaque with the words ‘VIP Suite’ was engraved on it. Two large men stood in front of it. One with a gun, the other with a knife. Evie almost passed out when she noticed they were holding those weapons. “Her name is Red,” Violeta told the guards. Her voice was a little higher though. Like she wanted someone else to hear her.

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest