The Thin Red Line Novels & Stories

Randall intervened. Shanaia rolled her eyes. “My goodness, Randall, you’re not romantic at all!” “And what happened next?” Meredith asked. “I read something about red thread before and the Japanese people believe that soulmates will have a red thread tied around their little finger to symbolize the blood vessel from their hearts. Tying to the person you are destined to be with for life,” Marylex said out of nowhere then turned to Randall. “Do you understand now the meaning of the red thread?”

"Then you can talk with me and let Tori and my son go!" Jason's veers everyone attention to himself, fabian redirected the gun over to him, wearing a smile., He says " so tell me, shall we! Continue from where we stopped?". He kept on smiling non-stop, Chris veers back slowly and carefully untied my hands, abruptly the moment I jerked up from the chair I was being tied down, a gunshot was fired, we immediately turned our eyes open and saw fabian depleting to the floor. "Urgh"

The girl gripped the rifle in her hand. If not for the shabby coat she was wearing, Lubez wasn't sure he recognizing who she was. Thea's face was a mess in red and blue. A fresh blood dripping from her nose and mouth. "Are you all right?" "…you're late." "…Yes, forgive me," He glanced at the people lying motionless among them. "Are they dead?" Just as he finished asking, Lubez heard a groan. “…ugh…” Lubez hesitated to aim his muzzle at that person but was surprised when Thea pointed the gun at him.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

There she is. The video is from the treatment room. Mia watches herself work—her hands moving along his shoulder blade, oil-warmed fingertips pressing into the muscle with measured, rolling pressure. His muscle responds under her hands, tense and then giving, and her fingers are precise and unhurried and the whole thing, with the ambient music someone has added, looks— "You're the main character," Lisa says, with great satisfaction. "Oh.My.God," Mia says under her breath. Lisa's finger begins to scroll, dragging a tidal wave of comments into view.

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.

But I can't help but noticed that everything in this room is white, including the pillars, vases, hanging plants, and draperies. My blood is likely to be the only thing that stains this place. I tried looking at my hands once more but I was beyond shocked when I didn't see a single stain. My hands are clean like it was never tinted with blood. Even the dress I am wearing is clean. What exactly is happening? Am I dead? Is this Nirvana? Nirvana... the thought of being really here scared me. I hugged my body once more as I called out Lucien's name. I can't be dead. My baby still needs saving. I need to go back to Lucien!

And he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted. So one could only imagine the shock he got when the one woman he wanted more than succumb to his desires. Red was nothing like all the other women he met. She wasn't like any of those girls he had bedded before. She was pure, innocent, and beautiful. She was a breath of fresh air to his life. He could feel it, just by looking at her. The very moment she stepped into the room, in that red lingerie, her soul shined brighter than the sun.

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.

The spinning red warning light cast long, blood-red shadows over our intertwined bodies, painting the dark basement hall in a deep crimson glow. At the far end of the long corridor, the loud step of the guard's boots echoed off the concrete floor. My entire body froze. My fingers dug straight into the cloth of Leo’s shirt, my breath trapping itself in my chest like a tight knot. The sudden rush of fear washed right over me, freezing the hot blood in my veins. "Leo," I breathed out in a tiny whisper, barely letting any air escape my lips.