Novel & Cerita The Red Zone Meg Reading

Megra The afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I sit on the edge of the sofa, watching as my little girl, Mia, bounces around with boundless energy. Her red curls, so much like mine, spring up and down with each leap. Her laughter fills the air—a sweet, innocent sound that momentarily lifts the heavy burden on my heart. It's been two years since she was born, and while my life has been anything but perfect, she is my solace. The only bright spot in a world that has grown increasingly dark.

Red lights bled across the pitch black walls. The man at the entrance smiled politely. "Band Color?" Zane's eyes drifted to the tray the man gestured at. It laid out three options for the doms. Red. Yellow. Green. Zane brows furrowed in thought. Red meant he wasn't interested in anyone at the club and brought someone else to enjoy privately. If he had a sub with him, and he chose the red band, his sub would be given a white one--which signified, taken. Clearly, Zane came alone and so that was out of his options.

"Get your aromatic pork! 60 dollars for an ounce! Once you taste it, you'll be back for life. I'll only cut the meat after you've paid. It's limited to two ounces per customer." With a subtly sweet scent, the meat was a vibrant, gorgeous red, slicked with an enticing, glossy finish. "Me! Cut mine for me first!" "There's a limit? I'll go get my wife!" … In less than half an hour, the meat was all gone, so I closed up the stall. Sitting in my room, I drank a cup of tea. Then I changed my clothes, picked up the iron hook, and headed to the backyard. Under the pale moonlight, the huge jar was dark red, bordering on black.

I'm reviewing a math practice test the night before the college entrance exam when I spot a chunk of red text that shouldn't be there. "At 10:00 pm, your sister's classmate, Britney Lowe, will come to your house asking to stay the night. She'll say she had a fight with her parents and has nowhere else to go." "At 2:00 am, she'll sneak into your room, then call the police at dawn and accuse you of assaulting her." "The police will arrest you, and you'll be sentenced to three years in prison. Your younger sister, Lizzie Brown, will become the target of school gossip, and unable to face the online bullying, she'll jump to her death." I frown as I read it, assuming it's some kind of prank.