Crimson Lace Novels & Stories

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.

Jax called out making me blush. I.walked out into my room, on my bed was an amazingly stunning dress. It was a ball gown, long and flowing, lilac in colour and it had no shoulders. It had white light lace from top to bottom with flowers, tulips embroidered in the lace. The mid section had a beautiful bow snd the strings traced around the back to a Vampire that had a dargon wrapping arount it.

He asked with a smile. "Y-yeah!" Harri said, snapping out of his thoughts as he took a step over to me and held out the velvet pillow with the two rings on it. I took one, while Max took the other. “Then with the blessings of all the Gods within Annwn, I pronounce you husband and husband,” the holy man said while offering us both a small piece of myrtle. There was some reason behind this particular herb with the mortal rulers, but I wasn’t quite clear about its use. It seemed fitting to use it, though.

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

Tonight though that was going to change and I was fucking ready for it. Arthur crossed the room slowly, his gaze dark and hungry as it roamed over my white lace wedding gown. The dress hugged my curves perfectly—full breasts pushed up by the corset bodice, a narrow waist, and wide hips that the silky fabric clung to. My long auburn hair was still pinned in an elegant updo with soft curls framing my face, and my makeup was flawless, though I knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

I could still remember that gruesome image lingering inside my head. To entirely forget about it, I needed to look at something that could distract my mind. And that something is no other than Lia and her beautiful clothes. I finished eating and went to my room with the clothes Lean gave me. It's another cute dress that Lean indeed made for Lia. It has a white top blouse with a rounded flat collar and a light caramel ribbon in the middle of the color. Partnered with a single-breasted light caramel skirt. Lean also made me wear the agency's newest black lace-up boots. As I watched my reflection in the mirror, I could feel my heart calming down.

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings. I began to live under his protection. In those five years we'd been together, we spent countless nights in this rose manor. And he would tell me he would marry me at the end of each one. But it wasn't until now that I realized his promises were worthless. He had given me nothing except the bracelet. False prince, false love, and poor roses... Before the tears fell, I broke the bracelet that didn't really fit. Jeffrey could never keep roses. There were two days left. Then Dad would arrive.

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

Delicate lace inserts adorn the sleeves, adding a touch of romance and allure. These lace elements are meticulously handcrafted with intricate patterns, elevating the gown's overall aesthetic. Swarovski crystals or shimmering sequins are tastefully scattered throughout the gown, catching the light and adding a subtle sparkle to Carmen's ensemble. To complement her glamorous look, Carmen wears accessories that accentuate her beauty. Her hair, styled delicately behind her, is adorned with a hairpiece featuring intricate floral motifs or embellished with sparkling crystals that glimmer as she moves. The hairpiece adds an ethereal touch and enhances her overall sophistication.