Crimson Ties Novels & Stories

Silver Gray suits with light pink ties. I'm definitely not a fan of ties because I hate feeling like I'm choking so I won't be wearing one. I walked to my parents room going through Evan's suits and finally found a light pink undershirt that could fit. I put it on over my tank top then tucked it in my pants seeing it fit perfectly. Walking back to my room, I passed Nick's room and he was already dressed in black suit and red tie. "What's Collins wearing? A red gown?" I asked walking inside

he replied. The rest of the engagement party passed in a blur of congratulations and toasts. Crimson played his part perfectly—the devoted fiancé. But his mind kept drifting back to that fleeting glimpse of blonde hair disappearing through the doorway. And a question popped into his head: Did he truly make the right choice? — The clock struck midnight when Crimson finally made it home. He loosened his bow tie and sank onto the couch in his room, nursing a glass of vintage wine. He hadn't been sitting there long when a gentle knock sounded on the door.

Holding a black tie which will be perfect for his dark blue shirt and that irresistible blue eyes which shine in the light, perfectly match each other. Please, come here," she says, her hand extending toward him, offering the black tie like a peace offering. Its deep shade harmonizes with his dark blue shirt, a match made in sartorial heaven. His eyes, like twin sapphires, shimmer brilliantly in the light, and it's as if they were destined to complement the tie. The blue in his eyes and the tie intertwine effortlessly, creating a captivating harmony that's almost poetic. She can't stop falling and falling in his unworldly handsomeness.

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.

However, Sebastian stayed put, his head bowed even lower in a gesture of deep respect, yet there was a determined edge to it: "It's because I value your generosity so much that I've got the guts to ask for an even greater honor here today." He paused, inhaled deeply, and pulled out a small parchment scroll from his jacket, lifting it high above his head. "I, Sebastian Vitale, in the name of my mother's bloodline and the rest of my days, humbly ask you to grant me the privilege of marrying the Caruso family's... "Miss Anna." That was the moment everything clicked for me. Sebastian was from the future, just like me.

"This is Reginald. He has a cape because dinosaurs need accessories." Ava's entire face lights up. "Mr. Floppington has a cape too!" "Really?" Tommy leans forward with the intensity of someone discovering shared ground. "Made from Adrian's tie," I add. Marcus pauses mid-sip. Wine suspended halfway to his mouth. "You let her cut up your tie?" Adrian shrugs. The picture of innocence. "It was navy with silver stripes. It had served its purpose." "That was Hermès." Marcus sets down his glass with more force than necessary.

He wasn’t trying to make peace, he was preparing for war. It ate at me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ethan’s face at the cemetery. Alone. Broken. I couldn’t stand it. So I did something stupid. By a trusted man I ordered a sheaf of white lilies, the kind you send for respect, not for show, and wrote a note in my father’s name. Not emotional, just a few lines offering sympathy. I thought maybe it could ease the tension. Show that we weren’t animals. I was wrong.