Novel & Cerita Crimson Lace

I first approached the arrangement of long white roses on the central table, but my nerves were still bothering me, so I approached the red carnations under the portraits of the royal family and touched them. I loved the color red, so I liked these flowers the most despite the not-very-attractive scent of carnations. I smiled when I saw their intense red and looked at the composition of my chosen outfit. The red dress, a black jacket, and high heels matched the flowers perfectly. I chose this set, especially for today's visit. After all, these are the colors of the Lycan royal crest. I glanced up to admire the portraits and swallowed when I saw calm gray eyes peering at me from beneath a mop

“You haven’t chosen anything yet. Everything here is beautiful.” “I don’t know, Mom. These clothes are too expensive… the fabrics feel strange.” “That’s because they’re authentic, you idiot,” Sarah laughed. She shoved Lila toward a fitting room. “Go on. We picked something perfect for you.” Lila stared at the dress hanging there—simple, elegant silk and lace in a soft sky-blue, the same shade as her eyes. “Come on, Lila,” Maria urged excitedly. “Let’s see it.” When Lila stepped out, Sarah whistled. “Girl, if I were a guy, I’d ask you out on the spot.”

It was a terrifying psychological game, giving me the illusion of power while keeping me locked behind a fifty-foot stone wall. I walked slowly down the aisle of dresses. I passed soft, innocent pastel dresses. I passed a beautiful, delicate white lace gown that looked like something an angel would wear. I didn't want to look like an angel. I didn't want to look soft, innocent, or broken. I wanted to look like a threat. My fingers brushed against a silk fabric and I stopped. I pulled the hanger out from the rack. It was a deep, dark crimson red. The color of fresh blood.

My body hurts all over, especially between my legs, but the biggest pain is the memory of yesterday night. I close my eyes and still see blood on snow and bodies dropping on silent screens. I can still feel Nikolai’s hands, his mouth and his ownership. A soft knock landed on the door and it opens just enough for a tray to slide inside. Is this what they call breakfast in bed or is it breakfast pushed inside. Whatever. It consists of hot croissants, red jam, a jug of tea and one bright red rose in a small glass. I really do not understand what the rose is doing there so I expected someone to walk in and explain but no maid appears.

Her chin was tucked, her shoulders were slumping in her perfect porcelain disguise, but through the dark curls of her hair, her eyes met his—wide, awake, and burning with a terrifying, shared brilliance. The empire was bleeding, the vanguard was turning on itself, and the Ghost was finally holding the knife.

The words sent a ripple of unease through the bond. Aldric straightened slightly. “We should talk to your father.” Regina nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Because if Rafael had targeted her bloodline… Then her father might know why. ⸻ Aldric Crimson Hollow’s Alpha residence stood deep within the forest, surrounded by towering pine trees that whispered softly in the wind. The drive from the hotel had been quiet. Regina sat beside him in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead while the moonlight filtered through the trees.

Scarlett then noticed both her attire and her mother's turned into old grey gowns with white bonnets over their heads. "Where are we?" She asked her mother, a breeze blowing over their gowns. "Home. Pastonville, 1699." _______________________________________________ No one would stand absolutely NO CHANCE in taking on the Crimson Bride. Zayne knew that. An untamed she-beast until one who takes her blood controls her. The power from her reawakening was so immense, that he could still feel it even if he went out of state. The scent from her was incredible, warm caramel invading his nostrils. His taste buds tinkled and his anticipation kept his stomach twisting into knots and twists. He knew wh

The colour a deep maroon with black and it made her look like pure gothic beauty. The corset was lined in heavy black matte satin, interfaced and has steel boning...a dark red two-tone faux silk base with heavy black laces over. Small dark red rhinestones are glued around the bodice, and also a few on the overskirt, a few red stars scattered throughout. Her dark hair let loose in bouncy curls which looked almost perfect with the outfit. Also, the dark maroon lips made her look like a goth. He drove to the destination where she saw the place was Las Ventas...the ruedo which is also called the arena was all empty but round and empty place was pretty.

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.

Fortunately, I was able to save them by accepting the Crimson Warrior’s marriage offer. Even my dumb brother would know that it would be terrible if the Lykos Pack tried to offend the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs consisted of the best of the best warriors we had. Their training was infamous for being so brutal that thousands of candidates who wished to join would die during the selection process. Hence, there wasn't anything bad happened at my wedding. Everything went smoothly until now. It was already midnight. Both the Crimson Warrior and I were supposed to do the deed right now. That way, it could be pronounced that we had become husband and wife.