Turning Red Mom Name Novels & Stories

"wow, alright then. What of pink?" " Too girly" " Black?" " I'm not Goth mom" " Yellow?" " My feet will out shine the sun " " Grey?, red??, white???" " My feet would look like pencil did the work, Red looks a lot like blood and don't get me started on white, that color-" "My heavens" My mom shouted with a smile on her face " Pregnancy really brings out the truth in you " a light smile gracing her lips. " I know right? This is my first and my last" I pouted with a huff and folded my hands above my very swollen belly.

But if you wanted answers, I would have to ask her. "Mum, there is something I want to ask you," I said as she turned to give me her full attention "What is it dear?" She asked, her concern evident in her tone "Do you know a pack called the Red Moon pack?" I asked, and I watched the blood drain from her face "Where did you hear that name from?" She asked "While I was unconscious, I had a strange dream about that pack," I replied. "What happened in the dream?" My mother inquired.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

My blood chilled, my memory going back to what mama had always asked whenever there was a fire incident. "Does your head hurt?" "Only before I closed my eyes, mama." "What is your name?" "Allyson Laila Black." "What does mama always call you?" "Her little red camellia." "Oh, my beautiful baby. My strong baby. My rare red." My hands reached up to the back of my neck almost immediately, understanding settling as I watched Aiden look at me, his eyes also calculating the possibility that it was indeed me. That I was truly the marked.

Her expression shifted, and she laughed softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she turned to me with an amused look. Her sudden smile left me wondering what was going on in her mind. Was she thinking about her son, but Rylan isn't all that soft. “Aurora,” she said, with a gentle smile. “Yes mother in law,” “I am not your mother inlaw, Rylan is my nephew. You just met his mom there.” “Realy, I had no idea. You looked so young and like ermmm..like…” I stuttered as I couldn't arrange a statement. “Aurora, I am Red. His father is my brother. You know Rylan is just like us. Quiet and still difficult to live with.” Red's expression changed to a sad face.

Apparently that's considered teenage suicide to think like that, bleh. My mom says I'm as beautiful as ever, and my dad says I'm his golden princess and father knows best. I have a full head of the wildest hair you've ever seen in your life. It's red, not fire engine red; what does mom call it again? Oh yeah, auburn, with hints of chestnut and wine. To top it off, this mess is all curls, like Shirley Temples circa nineteen sixties curly. My eyes are the brightest blue I've ever encountered, that didn't need the help of glasses to protect them, that's how I got my name.

he beamed, But even before I could respond to that, my phone vibrated on the table. A call coming in, and with it, my crashing reality. “Rena! Pink or red, choose one” the voice sounded out. A voice I knew all too well belonged to my mother. “Mom,” I started, “What do you mean- “Pink or red, choose one! I’m trying to get you a crotchless panty here” her voice boomed through my phone speakers. Leaving me totally flabbergasted, with no where to hide my face as Axel struggled to contain his laughter.

I just hope it's not Zoe. " Riley." Mom called knocking on my door. " Come in mom." I shouted as she walked in. I took a deep breath and smiled at my mom. She looked beautiful in her dress. " Wow." I said as I smiled. She giggled and turned around so I could check her out. Damn, she was wearing almost exactly my dress but hers was extremely sexy. " You're damn pretty." I said and mom chuckled. " I wore red on purpose, your dad's favorite color." Mom giggled.

I hadn’t noticed when they got to my side. “My name is Mellana. I’m the head warrior of the Red Moon witch coven.” She answered. As those words slipped from her mouth, my mother opened the back door. “Mellana?” My mom asked to confirm her name. “Yes, ma’am.” She answered with her hands down now. “I can’t believe it is really you. You’ve grown up so much. How’s mother going?” Mom asked happily “I’m sorry, ma’am but do I know you?” She asked my mother politely.

Just the same bolded subject line staring back at me. A firm knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts, sharp and insistent. “Come in,” I said flatly, my voice already edged with exhaustion and resentment. I didn’t bother getting up or fixing my messy bedhead. Mom stepped inside, her expression more determined this time, jaw set in a way that made my stomach drop. She didn’t sit on the bed like she usually would during our talks. No attempt at softening the blow with a hug or a hand on my shoulder. She stood near the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she was steeling herself for battle.