Novel & Cerita Crimson Countess Actress

Her eyes swept the crowd until she found the target of the night: Countess Mirabel. Dressed in an opulent wine-red gown that clung to her like silk over fire, the Countess stood in the center of a small, adoring circle. Her every movement was calculated, a slight laugh here, a flutter of her lashes there. She sparkled, no doubt intentionally, with every turn. In her gloved hand, she held a wine glass.

Alexis exclaimed. "Bravo, bravo, bravo." Crimson said clapping her hands as she appeared among the subjects, they all made way for her while Alexis and Damon looked so shocked. "What! You!" Alexis exclaimed in disbelief. "Surprise?" Crimson asked. "Yes but I'm so excited that my sister is back." Alexis answered chuckling. "Well, firstly, my dearest sister, remove my coronation gown, there is only one Luna and that's me, can you do that?" Crimson asked.

One thing Roxanne liked and hated about being dragged into a mare's nest and a world of dementia in Blood Moon pack were the elegant and elaborate ball parties they threw, where the champions looked their best and Roxie got to feel beautiful and a princess. Just like the other girls, Roxie was dressed pretty, in a glamorously red gown that flowed to the floor, her hair was done and her makeup was nicely touched by Bloom who fortunately didn't bake her face with too much makeup, unlike the other girls who looked like they had eaten up makeup and was overly dressed.

Fuck! “My name is Kellina and I am the Crimson Priestess.”

Her hair was curled and held up by a bow and she looked beautiful. Killian looked back up the stairs and lost his breath. Crystal stood at the top looking like a Goddess. She wore a floor-length lavender-colored satin gown that had a sweetheart neckline and was backless, with matching purple heels. Her hair was curled and arranged in a crown on her head. She wore light purple make up that made her brown eyes pop. Killian cleared his throat as she approached him. "This is your new dress?' "Do you like it?" "Do I need air to breathe?"

"I am really sorry for Li Chen's death which is why I'm here...." "Don't want to hear it!" Scarlet said fixing her clothes, she now had on a professional expression. She saluted and Anna turned around to see who it was, she was shocked. "Hi, you must be Anna" her voice was gentler than Scarlet's, it was soothing and made her feel calm for the first time since she came here. Although, that wasn't the reason why Anna was shocked. The woman was a carbon copy of the general, she looked older than him by a few years but now Anna finally knew why Su Chen had blond hair when his mother didn't.

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

After Victoria entered the campus, she found Gisele's trailer and was ready to go in, but a camera crew saw her and their eyes lit up. Before Victoria could enter the trailer, she was pulled aside by the camera crew. “Mr. Hack, I found a suitable candidate for the role of Cristiny.” The original actresses who agreed to play Cristiny turned them down because of their busy schedules, and Jimmy, the director, was trying to fill that spot by contacting other actresses.

Camilla and Darina entered the ballroom, and heads turned. Camilla's blonde hair fell in soft beach waves as she gracefully stepped in, wearing a delicate mauve gown made of tulle and lace. She looked elegant and effortlessly graceful. However, it was Darina who left everyone speechless. She wore a strapless, sparkling red gown that hugged her curves like a second skin. The hood added an air of mystery, framing her face with wild, waist-length raven curls. Her makeup was natural, but her eyes were mesmerizing—shining like two blue stars.

“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.