Carmilla Carmine X Zestial Novels & Stories

The wide cuff of her cream silk dress slid backward along her forearm. Dante’s predatory eyes caught it instantly. Clustered around her slender white wrist were four deep, purplish-black oval marks. They were finger-marks—the unmistakable, brutal signature of a heavy hand gripping her with enough force to burst the capillaries beneath her skin. The shape of the thumb-print was perfectly placed on the opposite side. It was the exact anatomy of a man violently pinning her down. The size of the grip matched the heavy, calloused hand of Don Lorenzo Valeriano.

"You heard me, dude. I killed someone the other night - a middle-aged woman. Christian, I'm not the person who you think I am. I'm a meat-eating monster." That confession was pretty hard for me, but to my surprise, Christian burst into laughter. "And what does it have to do with what happened between us that night? I didn't kill anyone, Justine." Despite his laughter, my entire face remained solemn. Not even a single muscle of my face moved while staring at him. "Everything, Chris. Everything has to do with what happened between us that night. I have had this curse since I turned eighteen. That anyone whom I kissed will die." To make it more convincing, I leaned closer to him and rubbed my l

he whispered, his voice low, before starting to unbutton his shirt. Right, I had to mark him. My wolf surged forward, excitement coursing through her. She had loved Carter as much as I did, but now she was eager to claim Cain. As he revealed his shoulder, I hesitated, but my wolf pushed me forward. I felt my canines elongate, and then I bit into his shoulder. Cain’s powerful body shook as I maintained contact with his skin, his blood filling my mouth—a taste like the sweetest wine, igniting an inferno of energy in my stomach. I got lost in the flavor, swallowing greedily and whimpering against him. Cain didn’t seem to mind. His hand tangled in my hair. But then I felt him pull back slightly.

“I don’t care how much you’ve invested in my project. This woman just got here from abroad. She’s my friend and the star of my upcoming series. If you touch her again, I’ll pull your funding myself.” Ezekiel stood there, frozen, barely processing the word “star.” His eyes were locked on Vespera’s neck. In the turmoil, her dress had shifted just enough. Her collarbone was smooth and untouched. There was no scar. There was no mark. Just flawless skin. “It’s not there,” Ezekiel murmured, his voice hollow. Vespera looked at him, a mixture of horror and pity on her face, as if she were gazing at a madman. “Jerry, please... let’s go inside. I want to leave.”

Then, Carmilla arrived. Carmilla stepped out of the elevator and onto the red-carpeted stairs. She wore a midnight-blue gown that sparkled like stars, its fabric hugging her frame gracefully, with a daring open back and a high slit that revealed her toned legs as she walked. Her hair was swept into an elegant updo, allowing her diamond-drop earrings to catch the light with every step. Her makeup was delicate yet defining, eyes rimmed with soft gold, lips a warm nude blush. Harrison’s eyes lit up. He stepped forward, offering his arm with quiet dignity. Carmilla met him halfway and gently slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

He continued, “Soon enough the vampire disappearances in East valley became a major concern to the higher court of this town so they declared a law, banning all vampire activities from the place and making it an outlawed area to the vampires.” He finished off, leaving thousands of goose bumps on my neck. “Do you think that she was a—” “Werewolf? A Lupine human? Well I wouldn’t know for sure Kaldar, as newly impurified vampires tend to act in the same animalistic way—not being able to control their urges.”

Fear and doubt were tools to him, and he liked using them before the real fight even began. On the morning of the meeting, Elena stood in front of the mirror longer than usual. She needed to look the part. This was not just a meeting; it was an accusation against the most powerful man in the city. In the end, she chose a black suit. It made her look older and more controlled than she felt. Damien stepped up behind her, straightened her collar, and told her she looked like someone who could stand against Vincent and survive, even if the odds were bad.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

He could barely believe his eyes, he felt as though they were tricking him, but was his nose tricking him too? He could smell his scent; freshly chopped woods and lotus flower, and he could...he could smell her too...Celeste. The beautiful, blond woman who stood like a goddess beside Zillon. Her hands held on to the hands of two little girls, both identical in facial features and bodily scent. They looked like her, it was obvious that they were get kidsand Xavier's heart flipped in anxiety at that. Behind them, stood Zillon's beta and his gamma and as Xavier made it closer, his men that sloppily surrounded them stepped aside.

" CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori Book 2: CORAZON 'MINE Ombra' [MINE Shadow] story of Draven Sartori & Throne Sartori Book 3: CIELO 'MINE Custodi' [MINE Guardian] story of Cassius Sartori Book 4: PEONY 'MINE Sussurro' [MINE Whisper] story of Magnus Sartori Book 5: LUZ 'MINE Segreto' [MINE Secret] story of the youngest member named Seraphim Sartori.