Crimson Ties Novels & Stories

"If you get together with someone as malicious as her, it will only bring you trouble. You won't even know when she'll stab you in the back." Kirk smiled and didn't say anything else. He thought of the time he'd spent with Caroline. Right then, Eddy's attention was drawn to Kirk's tie. "Why are you wearing a Hermès tie?" Kirk's clothes were all custom-made. However, the tie he was wearing at the moment looked dirt cheap. It was probably around three thousand dollars, at most. "Well, I just found that it suits me." "But black ties are pretty common. Don't you have a few other ones that are better than this? Hang on ..." Eddy suddenly leaned in closer to him and carefully sized up his tie. "Wh

It’s perfect for tonight. I took a steadying breath and released it slowly. He was right. Jackson came over as I was straightening my tie. He brushed my shoulders off and gave me a smile. “Looking sharp,” he said. I looked over my tux ensemble. The colors were picked out for me so that they matched Brynn’s dress. My mother refused to give me any hint about what her dress looked like, so I just had to be patient. My tux was black, but the tie and vest were a black and crimson design. A single silver rose was pinned to my lapel.

Cashmere sweaters, designer denim, and an assortment of polished leather jackets line another section of the wall. My mouth falls open as I take in the shoes stretched out on tiered shelves. Another wall is dedicated to his ties which—like everything else in this place—are hung in neat rows behind a glass case. The ties we used last night are also back in there with the rest of the crew and I can't help but run my fingers over them despite the glass barrier. Everything in here will probably cost more than what my organs are worth on the black market. I pick out a plain blue T and sweatpants. Both are way too big on me but I make the sweats work by rolling the waistbands several times until I

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“You’ve got a strong grip there. Nothing like a handshake to get to know someone.” He stripped off his lab coat and hung it on a hook on the door. Instantly, I spotted the tie I’d gotten him four Christmases ago. It was a gaudy shade of salmon and had various safari animals printed on its neck. There were elephants and giraffes galloping, chasing after zebras and the occasional lion. “That’s a…nice tie.” Olive said, her eyes going wide for a second as she took in the masterpiece. Elijah, who loved the reactions of people who noticed his ties, smiled even wider.

"What's the price point?" "Doesn't matter. Pick out three ties and I'll wear one to work today." There was a dizzying array of ties to choose from, so Amelia picked one that matched Alex's eyes. It was a good place to start. "Are there any colors you don't like?" "Red." "Who doesn't like red?" He grimaced. "It reminds me of a hockey team I didn't like." She nodded and picked two more before they were on their way to the office again. The driver didn't seem concerned about their detour. Alex didn't strike her as someone who was impetuous, but that had been odd to her to stop for a tie.

Ainara’s hand trembled slightly, but Andres reached for it, squeezing gently, grounding her in the storm. The waves lapped gently against the shore, the golden sun sinking into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose. A soft breeze carried the scent of salt and blossoms from the garlands that lined the aisle. Family and friends gathered in quiet reverence, their faces glowing in the fading light. At the center of it all stood Andres and Ainara, hand in hand, their eyes locked on each other. This time, there were no secrets, no shadows, no hidden contracts. Only truth, love, and the promise of forever.

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

Elias walked to a locked cabinet built into the wall. Using an old mechanical key instead of a digital passcode, he unlocked a narrow steel drawer. Inside rested several weathered journals. Paper. Actual paper. Older than most people living inside Zelios. He selected one carefully. The leather cover had almost completely faded. Across the front, barely visible beneath decades of wear, four handwritten words remained. Project Crimson hunger. Aldren's eyes narrowed. "I thought every copy was destroyed." "So did I." Elias gently opened the journal. Several pages had been torn out. Others were stained with dried blood. He turned slowly until one name appeared.

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.