Crimson Ties Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Honey. Soon, it was time to go to Daniyi’s mansion for his weekend party. I wore a red sparkling gown that accentuated my curves. Michael followed me to the party as my plus one. This actually worked in his flavour as it gave him an easy access Dainiyi’s mansion before he carried out the heist.

I make sure to stand a little straighter, smiling with practised ease. Kill me now! I feel the delicate hands of someone undoing the knot of the blindfold, and the sight before me leaves me stunned. I'm at the entrance of a ballroom decorated in various shades of pink with accents of gold and green. The floors reflect the light oozing from the chandeliers above. Arrangements of pink roses surround the room, along with balloons and vines with butterflies attached. There is a specific arrangement of roses that reads, "Happy 25th Birthday Serena."

In the center of the room stood a single glass console, glowing red. And waiting beside it Harrison Crowe. Savannah’s breath froze. He wore a black suit, immaculate despite the chaos upstairs, his silver hair combed back with precision. The calmness on his face was chilling. As though everything burning above was simply an inconvenience. Jackson stepped forward, fury tightening every muscle in his body. “You tried to kill us.” Harrison didn’t flinch. “Collateral damage. Nothing more.” Savannah moved beside Jackson, anger rising in her chest. “You sabotaged your own tower. You framed your own son. You wanted me ruined.”

"Is Rick ganging up on you with everyone else? "I zoomed in on the tie. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it! It's just a normal tie." Hearing that, I finally relaxed and vented to her. "Exactly! I spent over eight grand on this tie. It's not some cheap knockoff." I kept complaining, not noticing that my friend's angry muttering had suddenly stopped. "Did you really buy this tie for your son?" The question hit me like ice water. The store clerk, my husband, and my mother had all asked the same thing before turning on me.

He held him tight. "Elion?" "Yeah?" "The tie," Cale whispered. "The knot." "What about it?" "Will you teach me?" "Teach you how to tie it?" "Yes. Tomorrow. Before the vows." "I will." "Thank you." Cale closed his eyes. "Elion?" "Yeah?" "What color is the tie?" "Navy," Elion said. "Like the ocean." "Navy," Cale murmured. "I remember navy. It is... deep." "Yes. Deep."

Later that evening, after the press storm had died down and her heels had been traded for bare feet on cold marble floors, Neera poured herself a glass of red wine and opened her laptop. An email from Pierce sat at the top of her inbox. She clicked it open. Name: Kieran Renzaro Age: 30 Occupation: CEO, Renzaro Holdings (Private) Known Affiliations: N/A Unofficial Allegiances: Alleged ties to the Renzaro crime family Record: Clean FBI Interest: High (unconfirmed surveillance) Media Appearances: Minimal Her glass paused at her lips. She read the name again. And again. Kieran Renzaro.

Underneath the jacket, Kay had selected a crisp, white dress shirt that complemented the suit's dark hue. To add a pop of color and personality to his outfit, Kay had chosen a vibrant emerald-green silk tie with a subtle pattern. The tie brought out the rich undertones in his dark hair and made his hazel eyes stand out. His footwear was a pair of polished black leather oxfords that completed the sophisticated look.

Aldric’s hand found hers instinctively, his grip warm and steady. The bond flared with protective intensity. “He won’t get near her,” Aldric said firmly. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re her mate.” “Yes.” The Alpha of Crimson Hollow nodded once. “That helps.” Regina blinked. “How?” “Blood Moon wolves are strongest when bonded,” Marcus explained. “The connection stabilizes their power.” She looked down at her hand still clasped in Aldric’s. The bond pulsed warmly. “So the mate bond…” “…may have awakened your abilities faster,” Marcus finished.

When we reached the pack house, some of the pack members, including the Beta are waiting for us outside. "Welcome to the house of Lestat," the Beta welcomed us. "Thank you, Tarik," Lucien acknowledged by nodding his head. So the Beta's name is Tarik. Tarik led us inside the mansion. The pack house of Crimson Pack is a Tudor-style mansion. It is mostly made of bricks and its interior screams power. Sculptures of the former Alphas are placed on each side of the aisle. I roamed my eyes around to check if there are normal beings but I only saw the scrutinizing stares from the pack members.