Crimson Countess Actress Novels & Stories

* * Crystal turned to see a beautiful lady who looks like she's in her mid twenties, she was elegantly dressed in a red velvet gown that gave her a gentle and soft look, combined with the light make up she wore, the woman was stunningly beautiful. "Elena! When did you return?" Crystal couldn't say that she wasn't surprised by the sudden gentle look that went across Rafael's features. Who was this stunning woman? No doubt they must be very familiar with each other.

I turned to look at Leon who only held pity in his eyes for me. "Who is Crimson?" I asked calmly trying my possible best to control my anger. "Lady Crimson is the crown princess of this realm," Leon answered as if he was trained to say that. "That is not what I mean, I mean who is Crimson to Aethelfrith?" I shouted. "With all due respect, Tryamon please do not raise your voice at me or allow your actions to disrespect me in anyway, I am not Aethelfrith your lover but Leon his brother," Leon warned, his expression turned serious.

Candle flames danced on marble and shadows trembled like secrets. Six chairs circled the floor. Only three were occupied. But that would change. She didn’t need the entire underworld to kneel. Just the right ones. Cristina Marcello leaned back with a smirk, dressed in silk and poison. She was once her father’s mistress. Now, she was Alessia’s ally. For now. “I never thought I’d see the day the Romano princess summoned us instead of serving wine,” she drawled, twirling a ring on her finger.

I pause in front of one depicting the founding of Ordan, fascinated by the artistic style. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I turn to find a glamorous werewolf woman in a red dress examining the painting beside me. Her jet black hair is swept up in an elaborate style, diamonds glittering at her throat. “Very,” I agree. “I love the brushwork. You can almost feel the movement in the scene.” She gives me an appraising look. “You must be the human everyone’s talking about. I’m Countess Vivienne Blackthorn.” “Iris,” I say, extending my hand. “Just… Iris.”

Gazing into the abyss, even though you know you shouldn't, it calls you to let go and let the black engulf you. The Countess was all darkness. I could feel it. I recognized the pull. It might as well come with a big red DANGER sign. Regardless of that, she still enticed me. Oozing raw sex appeal. Lips painted red. Legs that went on for miles clad in leather pants. Long black hair and a bustier accentuated her generous tits. Guilt churned in my stomach as I looked over at Lucy.

Just when Sheila was about to complain, she caught sight of Vanessa approaching them, her hand linked with Gabriel's. She had a bright smile plastered on her face. Vanessa was wearing a deep blue velvet dress matched with Blue heels. A silver necklace adnoured her elegant neck. " You didn't tell me you'll be attending. I would not have made a fuss!" Vanessa complained the moment she got to where Sheila stood before pulling her into a tight hug. " I found out about it this morning myself." Sheila replied. It was not until this morning that David gave her a gown, informing her that she would be attending a charity gala with him.

said Iris, with a little forced enthusiasm, "take a look at these lovely baby shawls. I think we should buy one for each of us. She paused, as if just discovering the presence of the two strangers in front of the counter. “Lady Framlingham, Lady Frederica... Then, with a radiant, worldly smile: I see you've already made the acquaintance of my friend Lady Hadleigh... Eden, dear, have you been introduced to the Countess of Framlingham and her daughter?” “No.i have not” Eden held out her gloved hand. It was strange: the Countess seemed furious even before she realized that Eden was expecting a child. It was Ian’s marriage that was troubling her. Lady Framlingham looked down at her, chin up, and

I cannot act like a nervous idiot and ruin our big day. Soon, all the whispers die. I look at the entrance. The sight takes my breath away. The deep breath I just took to calm down is stolen. Verena stands at the entrance, holding a bouquet of white roses. Her white dress shimmers in the lights of the chandelier. She is glowing. I don’t know much about makeup, but what she is wearing makes even famous actresses look like potatoes in front of my bride. She looks like an angel bestowed upon me by the universe. She grins as she walks towards me elegantly yet confidently. Gosh! She looks radiant.

Christine said. Azrael felt shivers running down her spine. But one question was still lingering in her mind despite of not taking in every realizations she just discovered. “Where-- how did you get this?” she asked. Christine looked at the Luna as if she asked the wrong question. Or as if the answer was already obvious. It was clear to see that she used her spells but the witch knew she had to explain. “The moment the Crimson Crest pack was attacked, I immediately thought of the Crescent Bow…” Christine started and mumbled a spell that made her look normal without the tiara and the princess dress.

***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo