Crimson Chin Face Novels & Stories

“Well, by the way you were staring at it for a long time, you either like it or hate it. I’d like to know whether your feedback is positive or negative. Particularly on this one.” Jin looked over at her. When she looked up, he saw that her eyes were different colors. One eye was colored amber and the other one blue. Both were framed with thick lashes. She had deep dimples on both cheeks which appeared even though she was just talking. She also had a dimpled chin. “Hmmm... I heard about heterochromia before, but I haven’t seen one in person until now,” he couldn’t help remarking. “Oh. Yeah. I used to wear contacts to cover them. Until… somebody told me I shouldn’t be ashamed of them.”

He looked at me and appeared to hold his breath. And I'd been right to have thought so: he exhaled deeply. "I haven't been exactly honest with you, Rina. I'm prepared to come clean." My eyes searched his, making an attempt to dig up a hint as to what he meant. "First, we gotta talk about your chin." He chuckled when I sighed. "I can't help it. I told you." "Is that like your fetish?" "Uhm, no. I don't do fetishes." Great. Thank goodness. "I simply find it attractive. So, where were we? Aha, you got it from your dad, I suppose. Not sure I saw it on your mom."

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

"What does the person who kidnapped you look like?" Christiano felt that the problem was a little serious. Although he was not the target, it was obvious that the other party wanted to use Mo Zixiao to control him. He had to tell him about it as soon as possible so that he could be careful. When she heard Christiano ask her what this man looked like, her eyes lit up. She said, "Speaking of this man, he's really called a monster. He has a face that is more delicate than a woman's. His eyes are dark blue, his skin is as white as snow, and his thin lips are like winter plums. He looks like a mixed-race race."

It would give them a chance to interfere in pack matters. Just as these thoughts crossed my mind, making my heart feel constricted under the pressure, the blank screen finally connected the call and the face of an unknown man appeared on the screen. Alpha Krimson had long black hair that touched his shoulders. It reminded me of Darcia in his late teens. But somehow, this man managed to make it look intimidating and professional at the same time. However, the most noticeable feature about the man who seemed to be built like a tank, were his bright red eyes. A definitive sign of a rogue wolf.

Cheng looked like a member of a boyband. The one who gets all the attentions from the girls. He was tall with an athletic build. The most striking thing about him was his face. He was pretty. Not like a girl — his jaw was square and his features were pronounced — just in a very symmetrical way. Everything balanced really well. He had no hair on his head or on his face, not even eyebrows. And then there were his crimson eyes. They didn’t glow but they were strikingly red.

Once I am settled, I move my gaze back to finish taking in Derrick’s features. The final piece of his face that I need to lock into my memory is his well defined chin. His strong jawline has not an ounce of fat in sight and a small cleft that is majorly appealing. The unique feature reminds me of my favorite actor, though now that I have met Derrick, I would take him over Superman any day.

Two, the entire den has been shredded to pieces by a very pissed off Crimson. Crimson wipes her head towards me and growls in a threatening manner. She looks like she wants to rip me apart, but I have no idea fucking why. Crimson starts stalking toward me, but when she reaches me, she does something unexpected. She falls to the floor at my feet and begins to whimper as if I hurt her, but I didn’t even touch her.

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

She's angry at us and I understand. Days passed and we decided to return to Highcrest Mountain. It was already dark and everyone is waiting for us outside, ready to greet us from the moment we arrive. When I stepped outside the carriage, my gaze automatically wandered around to check on my pack members, but my gaze was drawn to an unfamiliar face. The lady with the Auburn hair and the pointy nose. Her face is small, and her round eyes shine with innocence. And my wolf finally spoke to me for the first time since I planned to break my red string.