Turning Red Abby Novels & Stories

Most of the time I’d play along with her, but if the dare was too hard, I end up faking the deed to calm her down. I glanced at the guy facing away from us. He had a sad back for some reason and it was easy to tell that he was going through something by the way he was chugging the alcohol like water. That my friend… is a Red Flag. “Right!” She jolts up, “Didn’t you say that you wanted a child on your own at this age? I remember you said that when we were in high school! We’re already 26 years old Abby, might as well get the good genes of a stranger that you always fantasized about! I mean look at the guy!”

Asked Emerald, already knowing what the answer would be. “My eyes!” Cried Abigail, tears streaming down her cheeks, “they’ve changed color. But how could that be?” Abigail looked at Emerald with a kind of wildness in her eyes. It was then that Emerald’s suspicions were confirmed. Abigail’s one piercing blue eye had turned a bright shade of green. Something that only happened when Spirit had completely entered your body.

I stare at her dead-on, desperate for a real answer. She doesn't stutter. "A wolf. You saw an Alpha wolf, and not like the regular kind." She sighs, and I can practically see her swinging a wrecking ball at her walls. "When I turned sixteen, I changed, and not for the better. I forced myself to cut you off...to keep you away from all of it." "Away from what? Changed how?" Abby looks around after my sudden spike in volume to ensure no passerby or volunteer is eavesdropping. She then grabs my wrist and pulls me to the open end of the booth.

With a gentle reassurance, Abby left her to tend to the cooking. Slowly, Erin peeled off the blue dress clinging to her skin and extended her hands until they found the edge of a tub. She lowered herself into the bath, the water warm and embracing, and sank in. Yet as her body submerged, she couldn’t shake the horrifying thought that the clear water would soon turn red. Her imagination betrayed her senses—she could smell the metallic tang of blood and could almost feel it clouding around her.

Few people are already there with a queue, so we waited for a little. By the time, we returned both Adithya and Bhai is sleeping in each under a tree little far away from each other. “How about some revenge?” Abby asked, and I looked at her frowning. She smirked and took a lipstick from her back, making me look at her in shock. Then I grinned and said, “You are evil.” “You are in or not? I will continue with this.” She asked looking at me. “I am in.” I replied and took out my lipstick.

The king nodded eagerly and repeated into his phone, “No pink. Absolutely no shades of pink. Deep charcoal walls, steel-gray curtains, black marble floors. Minimalist. Sleek. Mature. Make it look like a vampire banker designed it.” My heart did cartwheels. Abby was going to walk in there and scream. She was going to cry so hard she’d get hiccups. And then she’d come running straight to me, the only person who’s ever given her a pink blanket fort and painted cartoon cats on a basement wall at three a.m. just so she wouldn’t have nightmares. I fed them more poison wrapped in sugar. She loves frills and lace on her dresses. Anything that looks like a cupcake exploded on it. But did I tell them?

However, she fears that Luke may become angry once more. "Now you are in pain." Abby sat down next to her and grasped her hand, disregarding the fact that she was just wearing a black two-piece. "If it's already painful in there," she said, pointing to Rye's chest, "shut your eyes and master the art of ignoring. You were aware that I would do anything for you, even if you didn't ask." Abby smiled. "Don't worry, I'll exact revenge on them," she replied as she rose up. "I'll return when I'm finished; in the meantime, please prepare my towel, love you."

“In fact, you’re exciting me with each passing second, especially when you’re dressed in red.” Ruby gasped as my hand slid along her thigh, feeling the heat seep through the smooth nylon tights that she wore with the woolen red dress. Even with the cute reindeer pattern across her chest, she still looked good enough to devour for supper. She giggled, attempting to move my hand back to a safer distance. “Caleb, we can’t.” She glanced around anxiously. “What if the stewardess comes back to check on us?” I exhaled through my nose with a disappointed groan. “She won’t,” I assured, even though there was every chance that she might.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed into her chair like her bones had been removed. My aunt shrieked and fainted on the spot. My uncle scrambled to hold her up, pressing her philtrum to revive her. “Impossible! You cheated! You must’ve cheated! Tell me!” “Look at you, completely losing it. How could I cheat? I’m just a bookworm, remember?” Though it was true that I was a bookworm, my friends weren’t. While I studied abroad, I’d taken on some ghost-writing jobs to survive. That was how I met Annie.