Romans & histoires Neon Red

There was a knock on the glass window, and we broke eye contact, I didn’t know we had gotten there already. I couldn’t ask him what he planned to do, I guess that would be some other time. The car door opened, and Neon was standing in front of me in a black suit. Black was his favorite color, that’s the only color of shirt I see in his wardrobe. “On black again, Alpha,” I said with a smirk dancing on my lips as I stepped out of the car with his hands on mine. Neon growled. “Don’t call me that, mate. I might be forced to rip that dress off your body. You look stunning as always.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly on my lips.

They were bright red Mason????

RED. To be Continued

His words caused thunder in broad daylight. …what? His friend also squatted down. He poked the red liquid on the ground and sniffed it. "Yes. It's animal blood. We're both hunters, so we're very familiar with this smell." He then glanced at Thea. "You didn't lie to us, did you?"

The fire in Rowan's eyes had gone absolutely cold. I had seen him angry before. I had seen him furious and territorial and feral and a dozen versions of dangerous. This was different. This was the version that didn't move, didn't raise its voice, didn't telegraph anything at all, and was far worse than all the others because it was the kind that lasted. "Neon," he said, very quietly. Neon straightened from his position by the door. "Already on it," he said, and his voice was equally quiet, and he pulled out his phone and stepped outside.

he says dreamily, already walking behind us again, and I can feel his eyes burning through the silk, practically undressing me as we head back. At the table, Red pulls out her bag and fishes through it before handing me a sleek tube. “Keep it. At least for tonight.” I take it, uncap it, and apply it carefully. The color is deeper than I expected, bold, red, and shameless. Definitely not subtle. I click the cap back on. “Okay,” I breathe. “Time to wait for Ghost.” “You know,” Titan murmurs as he leans in close, his voice brushing over the back of my neck like a warm threat, “I could smear that lipstick for you.”

POV: Neoma The red dot on Kaine’s chest was steady. It didn't waver. It didn't tremble. It sat perfectly over his heart. A tiny, glowing eye promising the end of my world. On the screen, Kaine looked around the rusty cage. Wiping blood from his lip. He looked so small. Fragile. Meat and bone waiting to be perforated. He didn't know death was three hundred yards away, holding its breath. "Three," Nergal counted softly.

POV: Jax (The Rival) The neon lights of 'The Red Zone'—the dive bar just off the edge of campus—flickered with a rhythmic, headache-inducing buzz that matched the irritation thrumming in my veins. I leaned back in the vinyl booth, nursing a lukewarm beer, and watched the door.