Novel & Cerita Crimson Ties

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

Blanche asked, she stood behind them and rested her elbows on one of the shelves near the aquarium. "Because it's nice! Don't you think so too Blanche?" Forest said and Crimson gave her a look. Blanche opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She ran her eyes on them, Crimson was wearing a red long sleeve sweater and Forest have a green mini skirt under her purple dress. Crimson had a more defined waist than Forest but the latter has such a voluptuous body. Their chest was eminent in their choice of dress. "Even Crimson already met hers!" Forest told her excitedly.

“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.

I answered unwaveringly. "Okay" Crimson walked towards Tryamon, she stretched out her hands for a handshake "my name is Crimson, Aethelfrith's betrothed" Tyramon's phone fell from her hands, her eyes widened but she managed to compose herself quickly. "Aethelfrith betrothed?" Tyramon asked, looking unsure of what she heard. "Yes, you heard right" Crimson smiled, "my hands are still on the air" "Oh my, forgive my bad manners" Tyramon forced a smile, reaching out to shake Crimson's hand.

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.

Vladimir came in, looking exhausted. "Uhm, hi," I smiled at him. I couldn't stop the urge to walk up to him. I wanted to thank him for giving me this opportunity. "You look like shit," I muttered when I got in front of him. "Long day," he sighed. I reached out to undo his tie, but my fingers froze when something caught my eye. Its crimson color is stark in contrast with his white shirt, making it impossible not to notice. Where did he get it?