Novel & Cerita Under Red Hood

"Senna, the way you beg is nauseating." Her expression locked in place. Something vicious flared behind her eyes, but she swallowed it down almost immediately. She asked through clenched teeth, "Are you really gonna be this heartless?" "Heartless?" I smiled. "Compared to what you did to me in our last life, I'd say I'm being generous." The door swung open. The lead officer stepped in and held up his badge. "Ms. Senna Harlow, you are suspected of arson, attempted murder, and corporate espionage. Please come with us."

"Name’s Red. Real name's Felix, but he dyed his hair in college and never looked back. He deals in secrets." She gave me a look. "And we trust him?" "No. But he trusts me." Red lived in an old arcade that hadn’t been open since before the pack wars. He kept the lights on and the machines working because it made him feel powerful. Like he ran his own little kingdom of ghosts. He saw us coming on his security cams and unlocked the gate with a loud buzz. "Nora Ainsley. The storm-chaser herself. And look at this! Luna on the run! Your taste in guests has gotten way more interesting."

The purple-eyed said. I laughed loudly. "But that's a minute ago because now, you'll be dead! " I finally threw the card at him. "Come on, C! Let's go! Just let her! " The Mr. Red eyes said. "Let her?! Look, H! You saw, she— ah! " The poison immediately began to spread from his knees up to his upper body. I can clearly see the red markings on his neck. "44! Agent 44! " I heard. I immediately roamed my eyes. That's my freaking airpod! In span of seconds, I saw it not that far from my two enemies. It has a red light, a sign of someone is speaking in the line.

Soon it would be dark, and Red did not know that she was being shadowed. The monster had been following her scent for miles, and now its luminous yellow eyes spied the girl in the gathering gloom. Her red hood bobbed along in the undergrowth as she worked her way toward the cottage in the distant clearing, and the creature knew it could have her long before she made the safety of the shelter.

The note read: "You look stunning in red. -D" Seraphina's heart skipped a beat as she reached out to touch the soft, silky fabric. She had a feeling this was going to be a night to remember... Moments later, there was a knock on the door. "Makeup and hair, courtesy of Damien," a cheerful voice announced. In walked a talented stylist, armed with a makeup bag and a hairbrush. Seraphina was taken aback but pleased by the surprise. She sat back and let the stylist work her magic, transforming her face with a natural yet elegant look. A soft, smoky eye, a subtle blush, and a swipe of red lipstick - the final result was stunning.

she cackled and finally walked, reaching the door. She put her red hood up to cover her silky, smooth blonde hair but turned to him. “Goodbye, Hydell, I’ll meet you again, well, anytime soon,” then she walked away and disappeared from his sight. It took a long while before the old man freed himself and ran towards the door, in the hopes that he could still catch the elusive Red Riding Hood. “That sneaky, slutty wench,” he muttered before sighing. Then looked down on his erected manhood. “What would I do with this?”

Aria’s POV Her lustrous wavy copper-red hair spilled out of the hood of her cloak and flowed down to her shoulders, contrasting the dark heavy cloak she had on. Her bright emerald green eyes gleamed with an unreadable expression as they stared into mine, with the hint of a smile tilting her blood-red lips.

They were incredibly rich and the Manor is a living proof to that. Though they were elites, the Reds and their loyal subjects were knit-tight and they all look at Henry as their leader for a good reason. He is the Alpha of the Red Manor, one of the five strongest packs that existed in the country and Henry’s condition was still a mystery both to Francis and the rest. He woke up one day feeling so ill and it spiraled downhill from there.

They passed through the main door, entering into the big pavilions. Everywhere they pass, they were greeted with a slight bow from the patrols, maids, and servants with eyes filled with awe and dread. The seven hooded men walked straight into the innermost secret chamber and were met with a strange red door with a hideous red scorpion engraved on it. Suddenly, the seven men moved their hands out of their respective hoods and took out a weird red knife. They suddenly cut a small part of their fingers, allowing the blood to flow straight into a hideous pitch-black hole at the side of the door. The hole was like a scorpion shape but it was pitch-black with creepy sensations.

"But what chilled my blood about the whole thing was when they talked about you." Hunter's eyes widened. "They sent that redhead out here on purpose because she looked like Tara," Starla whispered. He barely heard her above the noise. His heart sank. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd hoped against hope that he'd been wrong about Poppy. "Here you go," a young woman said brightly. She set a plate half-covered by a huge hamburger and overflowing with steak fries in front of Hunter. "Can I get you anything else?"