Turning Red Mom Name Novels & Stories

If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent red, etc. He asked me to wear RED but didn’t tell me the exact shade of red. "What are these for?" I heard Mom's voice. I tu

I guess no kid wants to feel that they don’t fit in, even if it’s because they’re the future Alpha. In my case, all this red comes mostly from my mother, who had long, curly, bright red hair, while my father just had a bit of red showing when the sunlight hit him just right. Mom had a red wolf, and everyone respected her as a great Luna, and Dad’s wolf had dark black fur that, like his hair, shined with glittering red in the sun. I wonder whether my son will have a red wolf, just like me. And I’ll make sure that he knows how it makes him special, and that it’s okay to be a little different.

I finally got a name to the face. Stella Eve Redmond. Stella. Stella. Stella. How marvelous. I tilted my head as I read her profile. Stella Redmond, sister to Kormak Redmond. The second best region after mine in the whole of the werewolf realm. Their stats are awfully close to mine which made me a little bit displeased. She must be one hell of a fighter, then. I smirked. Exactly what I needed. My mom barged into my office, looking scared. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop blocking us out!!” She screamed. “Your mate is coding.”

She furrowed her brows and clung to his arm as she turned to look at him, asking, "W-what do you say?" Red was able to quickly remove his arm from his mother's grasp and exit the room where she was working. "Red Chandler! What is it exactly that you are trying to accomplish?! Do you want her to put the Buenavista family through their entire range of humiliating experiences?" Mrs. Buenavista yelled at Red to prevent him from leaving the house.

When she has grown-up enough to get ready by herself, she only wears red dresses on her birthday specially frocks. Today only the style has changed with the age she becomes a complete lady, but still she didn’t change this thing wearing a red dress on her birthday because her deceased mother started this tradition. She was tiny when her mother departed in a car accident and his father never married again and gave all his love to his daughters. Once aunt Mona told her that her mother was deeply fond of red color especially roses that’s why she named her Rose and Rose is also inherit her fondness of liking red color from her mother, she also likes red color.

The reason they say that is because of my name, my name was apparently supposed to be Azealia as per my mothers wish but my father kept putting off naming me for some reason to the point my step mother made remarks on the colour of my hair, it's an incredible shade of red which I know I inherited from my mom, so my name became Roho, dumb I know right? no thought whatsoever, okay let's just call her Red but instead of making it too obvious because then it sounds stupid let's call her Roho, despite that I do love the bright and vibrant colour of my hair.

"I will. Don't worry. Mrs Gra- Mom." It made Red feel funny to call the woman she has no connections with Mom, Lucifer gave Red a suspicious look when he heard her calling his Mother; Mom. He didn't like it.

His pinkish lips pouted as if he was trying to act adorably for me not to resist. I sighed, sitting on the couch as I carried him. “We will go home to your daddy soon baby Red.” I assured, giving him a sweet smile. For the past four years, my brothers would often visit me here and would capture a picture of me and Red together. I named our baby Red, just like how his father was named after colors. A couple of months after I gave birth to our baby, I continued my work. My parents then hired Meredith, a forty year old woman who has no family and she was also a good nanny for Red. She’s a very sincere and loving woman.

Mom asked him angrily. “No, what are you talking about? Why would I blame you? And for what?” Dad asked her in a baffled tone. I finished my coffee while holding my gaze on the woman sitting in front of me. “What do you know about Crimson Red Moon Pack, Dad?” I asked him calmly, interrupting their conversation. Mom snapped her head in my direction with such force that I thought she had broken her neck. Her eyes widened in terror. “Crimson Red Moon Pack? Why are you asking?” Dad asked me in a confused tone.

Hi, I am the girl bornof the relationship between you and my mother while she was held in Segura? Or the ever butning question in my mind ever since I heard of him. Why didn't you save my mother? I shook my head again, then opened my lips to breathe. "What's your name?" I looked up to her. "Red." She smiled. "Befitting name. Your hair is beautiful." "I believe my mother had it too. It was a distinctive feature." "You are beautiful too," she said, then gave a small, wistful smile. "If I had known about this, I would have searched for you myself."