Crimson Ties Mga Nobela at Kwento

I leaned forward to examine it, and my blood ran cold when I saw what was embroidered on the corner, a tiny crest, barely larger than my thumbnail, showing the distinctive crimson wolf symbol that marked Crimson Pack’s official uniforms. “I retrieved this from the attack site,” Aiden explained. “It was caught on a piece of broken glass from your security vehicle. One of the rogues must have torn their clothing during the fight and left this behind.” I picked up the fabric, turning it over in my hands and studying the crest closely. There was no mistaking it, this was definitely from Crimson Pack, and the quality of the embroidery suggested it was from an official pack uniform rather than som

The young woman looked at Liam with sparkling eyes. "It's really beautiful, the color suits you very well," said Harriet softly. Liam glanced at himself in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. Around his neck was a tie which was the same colour as his hair. “I bought a lot of ties for you to wear while I was in the capital. This is a new model that hasn't even been released on the market yet,” said Harriet softly. "In fact, I'm the only one who got this model on the whole continent,"

All three of us were wearing freshly tailored black twill single breast Armani suits, all wearing crisp white dress shirts, but our ties made us stand apart. Darius kept with his black tie. Elijah with a dark red tie. And me with my pumpkin orange tie. I keep telling Darius black isn’t a color. It's a shade and the absence of light. He doesn't care and maintains it is still his favorite color. Which I know is bullshit. His favorite color is the shade of pink Riko turns when she’s turned on. It’s all our favorite.

The silk felt like a confession. Elias stood in his dressing room, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the sterile chill of the air conditioning. Laid out on the velvet-topped island was his tuxedo—a custom-tailored masterpiece in midnight navy—and beside it, the tie Damien had demanded. It was a deep, iridescent blue, the color of a bruise or a late-night sky. He hadn’t planned to wear it. He had spent two hours convincing himself that he would wear the silver tie his father had approved, the one that matched Sophia’s gown. That would be the safe choice. That would be

“I opened it up to make sure it was safe. I think you'll find it helps your current situation.” Ethan frowned but pulled open the box. The tape was neatly sliced open, making the item inside very easy to find. It was a tie. A beautiful pale green, silk tie. “As my sister would say, it matches your eyes,” Craig told him. His cheeks pinked slightly as he shrugged. Ethan lay the tie out against the suit. The pale green complimented the dark charcoal of the suit better than anything he had picked out. It was perfect. “I think she'll like that, sir,” Craig said.

Rig cursed and runs toward them. "Motherf*ckers!" Klyde squeezed the trigger again and the bullet flew in the air. Rig stomp on his hand, making Klyde let go of the gun. "Sh*ts over for you, Klyde McMarrow." And Collin led him back to the darkness by pounding his head on the ground. Knocking him out for the second time. "Looks like we're a team." Rig uttered to Collin. They tied Klyde on the post where the Hamiltons were earlier.

The fact that Nick was in it—lying to his rich dad to come somewhere like this—made no sense to me. “Listen. You’ve got the Purples, the Greens, and the Blues. And then there’s ours. That is our leader,” Jackson said, pointing at Nick, who was jumping up and down with women all over him. I could swear he looked hotter than before. His hair, once gelled, was now scattered all around him. His abs sent shivers down my spine. I stood in a gaze as he turned around.

Crimson's warm colors merged with a light yellow color, kinda like Al's. The guy had messy black hair with sharp, yellow eyes. He was a little shorter than Crimson and I, and he was obviously not from our school since he was wearing a different uniform. He was wearing a white blazer and white slacks, along with it was a pink tie around his neck. "I'll ask you again." Crimson said as he pinned the guy on the wall. "What the hell are you doing here?" I knew that something was about to go wrong.

It was one of those friendship bracelets sold cheaply in variety stores around, and it was infact two conjoined bracelets to be shared amongst friends or lovers one apiece as a kind of symbolism. The bracelet was a dull silver color, with a two tiny butterflies at the center. Kudaisi separated it into its two halves and grabbed my hand before I could voice my refusal of his gift, wearing it over my hand. I gasped, looking up into his eyes, my eyes boggling like it would pop off. Something changed inside me as the clasp of the bracelet closed on my hand and the metallic sound which should have been totally silent resounded somewhere deeper in my head and mind. Although we were still meters ap

Most of the bandages are dyed red from the blood coating them. Plop! Plop! Plop! Horrified, Blake blankly stares at him as blood drips from the bandage wrapped on the upper left shoulder of the boy, his blood quickly forming a pool of blood. Suddenly, the boy turns to look at him, his red, black eyes gleaming in the light. He opens his mouth and speaks dully, “Don’t forget me, if it wasn’t for me, you’d still be suffering in hell, in the dark all alone. Without me you’re nothing, we’re one, whether you want it or not. So, never forget me, ever…!” the hoarse voice echoes through the entire corridor, and his lips are pulled back into a sneer.