Romans & histoires Crimson Breath Of Resentment

Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her. They're now surrounded by fire, aggressively consuming the corpses around them. The scenery is looks like a part of hell. "This hotness is the feelings of your hatred Crimson Blade. For all these years, you're still empty-handed! You still can't find him! We're. Still. Far. From. Our. REVENGE!!!" She looked at Zitrey with her terrifying eyes. It was full of rage, and the vibe she's giving were dark, heavy, and deadly. Very intimidating and menacing.

I protest but stop when she cuts me with a harrowing glare. “Shush now. I will give it back to you… eventually.” I don’t trust her. She seems over-eager to keep the ring. Again though, my curiosity and pride get in the way. “Will you be giving me back my friend too?” I see her eyes flash with anger and her lip curls with disgust. “He is no friend of yours.” She spits out words full of venom and I rear back a little at her hostility. What did Crimson do for her to hate him so much? “That… thing is an abomination and should have died at birth.”

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

“You’re not going to hurt me. You’re not going to hurt Gran. You’re not going to hurt anyone. It’s just not in your nature.” Rising to the challenge, I flashed my teeth and crowded into her space just enough to force her to back up and actually get her to widen her eyes. “You sure about that, Mayhem? Maybe your spray-painting idol wouldn’t hurt anyone. But I’m not Black Crimson. I’m the son of a fucking murderer.”

It had healed halfway but I could still see the skin around it was red and soar and I could perceive the smell of her blood from the wound. I don't know how long I stared at the wound, my fists on the floor clenched and shaking. The anger seeped into my eyes and I knew the red evil glint had appeared in my gaze. "Kaldar? Kaldar please don't do it..." "I'll kill him. I'LL KILL HIM!" I punched a hand straight through the floor board and I heard Dawn’s freighted shriek as I stormed away. I felt a rising heat in my chest and the dormant beasts in my chest had awoken once more. My limbs shook in anger and breathing—although I didn't need to do it—suddenly became difficult.

I looked deeply into Crimson's eyes, pools of fiery determination, and found solace in his unwavering support. "But how, Crimson?" I questioned, my voice trembling with a mixture of regret and uncertainty. "How can I right the wrongs I have done? How can I heal the pain I have caused?" Crimson's presence strengthened, his ethereal form growing brighter within my mind. "The path to redemption lies in your actions," he explained, his voice infused with a pearl of wisdom. "Show Shea the depths of your remorse, and let your actions speak louder than any words can convey.”

I wanted to sleep and rest but decided to just come see why Pearl was so angry with me for. I didn't expect to get slapped in the face now how dare you slap me Amber freaking Wu!" Crimson screamed her lungs out with all of her might, right on Pearl Lin's shocked face. For almost a minute no one talked or cried, everyone was shocked. Where did Crimson get so much caurage from, how comes she's now slapping them back and screaming at them? "Are you serious right now Crimson? Just how wicked can you be?

Shouldn’t I longer be affected every time I encounter him? ‘Why is that man so handsome? I could still smell his manly scent that makes me fall in love way back then.' My shame crept up. ‘Maybe he smelled me earlier! I smell sweat, and I am so haggard because of stress! My God!’ Using my fingers, I comb my hair. I grabbed the steering wheel and continued driving.