Carmilla Carmine X Zestial Novels & Stories

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It seemed inconceivable that the person I held dear could be involved in something sinister. I picked up the first document, scanning through the meticulously compiled information. It detailed Zea's connections to known members of the Manifesto group, individuals linked to previous acts of violence and extremism. The connections were not mere coincidences; they were purposeful and calculated. "Here," Lynn pointed at a highlighted section. "This email exchange between Zea and one of the group's leaders. They discuss their plans, their motivations, and their desire to seek revenge for her father's death." As I read the exchange, my heart sank. The words on the screen painted a chilling picture

An off-the-shoulder champagne satin gown clung to her body in the most stunning way, accentuating her lovely curves and that creamy leg that seemed to be on display due to a wicked slit running down her beautiful thigh. Carmen had wanted to wear nude lipstick for the night, something she always, always and practically always wore—something she felt comfortable in—but four hours ago Suzan and Molly had hijacked her room and any recommendations that came out of Carmen’s mouth were outrightly ignored. Now she wore bright red lipstick that made her look so…different.

Before she could retort, Carmella herself waddled over—silver hair in a bun, apron stained with sauce, eyes sharp as razors. “Zara, mi amore! Who’s this delicious dish?” Zara smirked. “Carmella, meet Alec. Alec, prepare for judgment.” Carmella gave him a slow once-over. “Hmm. Skinny. But the eyes—maledizione, the eyes will ruin lives. You hurt her, I spit in your wine.” “I believe you,” Alec said solemnly. Carmella grinned. “Good boy.” They ordered quickly. Spaghetti for her, penne arrabbiata for him. No wine—Zara didn’t trust herself to drink around him.

Like a man circling prey. “This attitude is the reason you're here, Cara Mia. It turns me on…” He leaned in, his breath hot against her temple. Celeste didn't push him away even as she fought the urge to sniff him. He smelled so good. Like musk and cinnamon. She hated that her body reacted to him the same way it did that night at the bar. Then he turned and walked away. He left her standing there, her robe open, her skin flushed, and her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Zosak said, stopping Cain. "No one, human or otherwise, enjoy being lied to. Even if it's to protect them." Cain looked at him over his shoulder. Cain thought on his words for a moment, his hard stare making it difficult for Dr. Zosak to decipher exactly what he was thinking. "Have the lab run the rest of the tests," Cain said. "I want to find out how dominant the Lycanthrope gene is. I need to know whether her body can handle being marked."

She went to the box lying on her bed and opened the top revealing an extravagant white gown with angel quartzes and the most expensive layers of gossamer fabric tailored by the best hands in the empire especially crafted to fit her body perfectly. She dressed herself in the beautiful gown and searched desperately for something in her sliding boxes. She pulled her drawers and threw them violently when she didn't find what she was looking for, scattering debris and unwanted objects on the floor. After the third drawer, she finally found it. Carmilla placed the letter opener against her arm and started digging it against her wrist. The blade was quite dull so it took her a bit of pressure to te

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

She hadn’t seen Stacie and Caitlin since before the wedding, though Cali had told them about it—without revealing Rave’s secret, of course. Cali’s door was open, and Leesa’s three friends were waiting in the room for her. Cali sat on her bed with her back resting against the wall. She was wearing hot pink shorts and a black T-shirt with “I Was Kissed by a VAMPIRE” written in blood red letters on the front. The two outside legs of the “M” in vampire were curved inward like fangs, and each had a drop of blood dripping from it. Leesa trusted that Cali would never reveal anything about Stefan—who had kissed Cali’s hand several times, much to her delight—but Cali was not above an inside joke, as

Aeshua looked away. Czarita, getting even more desperate, gritted her teeth. “Well, you give me no choice. I am pretty sure no one told you about any of these details.” Czarita opened the folder in front of her and photos of Carmilla’s severed body were compiled in it. Aeshua’s jaw dropped. She felt numb seeing how they defiled her body, severing her limbs and carving on them as if they were writing on the wall. She felt her chest tightening. She breathed heavily, gradually increasing in speed as if she was preparing for a big blow. There was a whirlwind of emotions inside of her, continuously growing. Her face turned red then, she huffed a long and heavy one, her head hung low. What seemed