Crimson Hearts Novels & Stories

The fire is burning the building all-round the place. Then he notices one of the victims turn into a wolf and launches himself at a vampire and then more and more people turning into wolves and charging at the Vampires; it is a Werewolf pack. Seeing the scene in front of him, his heartbeat quickens. He frantically searches for something amidst the chaos. Due to anxiety, his heartbeat quickens more and more. As he prepares himself to join in the chaos, his eyes catch a familiar black wolf, with blue eyes that are now looking at him, eyes filled with both pain and love.

That night, Anthony's mother, the ever-so-sweet Camila Morentti, held my hand and asked with a warm smile, "Sweetie, this is your home now. What would you like for a wedding present? You name it, and it's yours." Before I could even think of an answer, Anthony chimed in, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he gazed at me, "Mom, let's give Isabella the hot spring retreat up on the mountain! She can't stand the cold, and it'll be the perfect cozy spot for her in the winter. Plus, it's great for her health." Camila agreed without a second thought. Anthony remembered how much I hated the cold. Sebastian remembered, too. That was why, in what felt like a previous life, he used my deepest fear in

" Jordan is one of Silvério's great loyalists. - He whispers in surprise. I look at it, laughing softly. — And I'm the wife of his boss and Silvério. She laughs and shakes me excitedly, making me laugh. A few minutes passed and our cards were handed over. Golden Cards. As much as the color is a glossy black with gray letters. The biggest card, I suppose, which unlocks everything and then some. Before we left, we left our signatures on the signers' document, and then we went back.

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."

"No... No... No... what I said that I want is four, and they should be in different colors" "Umm please come here" Rehab called on the seller while Delis was just staring at her looking so weak. Immediately she called on the Seller the seller ran forward. "Yes madam?" The seller answered when he got close. "Do you have sneakers? sneakers for women?" Rehab asked. "Yeah, I have, do you want it?" The seller asked. "Yes I need four of them for my dress and I want one in orange, one in blue" "One should be white and lastly black color, go and get it for me be fast" Rehab ordered.

The ballroom glittered with a thousand golden lights, each crystal chandelier reflecting the wealth and power of the people beneath them. Cassandra Blake smoothed the silver satin of her gown, the fabric soft against her palm, a reminder to keep her mask in place. In this room, a smile was currency, and hers had been perfected through years of necessity.

I could tell they were the makeup artists Aunt Malisa had mentioned, as they entered my room and set several sleek cases beside me. With a soft click, they opened one case, revealing rows of shimmering eyeshadows, blushes in warm and cool tones, and lipstick tubes in shades ranging from soft pinks to daring reds. Brushes of all shapes and sizes lay nestled in their compartments, each one looking as if it could transform someone with a single stroke.

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

Neera stood in her balcony, the skyline behind her glowing gold and steel. The letter burned quickly in the fireproof dish she kept for other purposes — evidence disposal, mostly. She watched it curl and blacken until nothing but ash remained. Kieran Renzaro’s offer — his arrogant, polished, impossible offer — was reduced to smoke. And she didn’t flinch. She wouldn’t play his game. Wouldn’t be someone’s pawn, no matter how shiny the paycheck or how seductive the power behind it. She wasn’t for sale.

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”