The Red Sleeve Novels & Stories

he says dismissively before turning to face the crowd. "That woman at the entrance in the red dress that has one sleeve. That is Diana." I glance over to where my father has indicated, and my heart goes up to my throat. I can't see her perfectly from across the room, but what I do see is a very gorgeous woman. She has long brown hair that is down. Her dress does have one sleeve; it is a long sleeve on her right side, and the dress goes down to about mid-thigh. What is interesting is right around her waist on the left side, she has fabric that drapes down to almost the floor.

Colors that fit his aesthetic. I pushed aside the black silk dress he had ripped. I pushed aside the navy sheath. I reached for the back of the closet, pulling out a dress I had bought online weeks ago and never worn because I thought Stellan would hate it. It was red. A deep, vibrant crimson. It was short, fitted, with long sleeves and a square neckline that showed off my collarbone but hid the bruises on my neck—and the collar, which I covered with a thick gold choker that matched the dress’s hardware.

Doom reacted. "Well, not going to lie, the sleeve part is my favorite. Also, the color palette is simple and uncomplicated," I once remembered I painted myself wearing all of the suits in each class. The bolt blue Keeper suit with elbow-length sleeves and hip-length cut, which I used to wear when I was a Keeper 9 years ago. The red-purple gradient Weaver suit with cropped layers, geometric cuts, and patterns made my complexion dark. The Herald's yellow-green long ankle-length fit with random ribbons on its sleeve—which I was accustomed to for the whole nine years—didn't make any impact on me. And wearing black and white leathery, single-sleeved, armor-like suits makes me look young and edgy.

“Don’t ruin the mood, okay? I bought you shopping nod to accompany me.” “Then I want that red dress,” Renea pointed to the rose red dress with the half V neck hanging at the top. The salesperson reluctantly went to retrieve it. They were customers. Even if she knew they couldn’t afford it, she still had to satisfy them if they wanted to try it on. Stella asked curiously, “Renea, do you like red very much?” Even her T-shirts were mostly red. Because red is the color of blood. So even if it stained with blood, you can’t tell.” Renea said as a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“Understated? No way! You need to stand out and make a statement! Red is unforgettable, and trust me, it’ll have heads turning. Just give it a whirl!” With a reluctant sigh, Sophia accepted the dress and shuffled toward the fitting room, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation bubbling inside her. The vibrant color was indeed striking, a fire engine red that glimmered with potential, but somehow it felt like wearing a costume instead of an expression of herself.

I asked, looking at him with a puzzled look on my face. “No, I wanted it to be only the top shots, no lower class.” He replied, leaning close. “What?” Donald exclaimed in a confused tone. “You didn't mention any of these, besides we need enough boobs, asses and muscles at the party.” He said, winking at Nathaniel. “Or do you want it to be filled with just the old school top shots you want?” I asked, as I broke into a loud laughter while the rest joined me. “Happy birthday, Daniel and Nathaniel.” A pretty redhead said, as she passed us.

DAMILARE I held my breath the moment I saw her, she was putting on a red sleeveless, scalloped neckline Asooke gown that stopped way above her knees, with a floral pattern highlighted with black and red beads, the red beads for the vines and the black for the leaves. Her braids was neatly packed into a ponytail, with a lot of curl falling from it. I’m blown away, she looked absolutely gorgeous, it felt like I was seeing her for the first time and I fell in love with her all over again.

Dismissing the thought, I resumed sorting out an outfit for myself from the pile of clothes I had already littered on the bed. I turned to the wardrobe to see if there was anyone I had missed and there it was. I wondered how my eyes had missed it, I didn't even know it was there. I picked it out of the wardrobe, looking at it brought back alot of hurtful memories. It was a ruby red colored tea length dress with long sleeves. The neckline was a cute sabrina cut. The sleeves, bodice and even down to the waist line were studded with tiny red stones that sparkled beautifully.

Those on my arms and collarbone would be visible, but everything else would stay hidden. Tonight's dress was red and sleeveless and reached down to the floor. We paired it with red high heels and that was it. My make up was minimal since my dress already called for attention and I did not want to come across as pretentious or even worse, slutty. I had to make sure this Alpha's took me seriously. I was just about to reassure my best friend that everything was perfect when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

One I hadn’t heard in six years. I pulled it out. The screen flashed a single name: Julian Thorne. Randell’s biggest rival. The shark of Silicon Valley. I answered it, my eyes locking with Randell’s one last time. “It’s V,” I said into the phone, my voice loud enough for the whole room to hear. “I accept the offer, Liam. I’m free. And I’m ready to burn a kingdom down.” I hung up, turned my heel, and walked out, leaving the door wide open behind me.