Crimson Ties Novels & Stories

" He nodded. ''You wouldn't be doing any hunting in this school Rhinehart.'' He said and it was my turn to nod. He looked suspicious. ''How would you be able to feed?'' ''My father's servants would bring me blood daily.'' A flicker of disgust passed through his eyes as he nodded. ''And how would you tell them to start -- sending the blood parcels?'' ''I... It's an arrangement that has already been made.'' He nodded a again and brought out a chip from his pocket and pinned it in my hair. ''You will wear this always Vampire or I'll hunt you down and kill you like you never mattered.'' Then he stood up and unlocked the door and I was only to eager to scurry out, yet when I got to the door, he b

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

And with three healthy boys, she is still the only pink obsessed person in her house. In great contrast to that my bride went for understated. We have your basic black tux with a vest and white shirt. Brandon’s tie is a light silver and mine is this pale green that matches my eyes perfectly. I wonder, again, if my bride secretly knows who I am based on the color choice. My grandfather got us matching cufflinks to finish the look.

The deep burgundy accessories adorning his ensemble perfectly matched the color of Amelia's gown, creating an exquisite harmony that seemed almost fated. His jacket, impeccably fitted, hugged his form with precision, hinting at the strength and power that lay beneath. The crisp white dress shirt framed his chiseled jawline, and a burgundy bow tie adorned his neck, mirroring the hue of Amelia's gown with uncanny accuracy. The attention to detail in his attire mirrored the depth of his character, reflecting his commitment to perfection in all aspects of his life.

I wrapped a black belt around his pants buckling it all the while still smiling and atimes showing my pearly white teeth. I got his ash colored tie from his walk-in closet. He had like a gazillion amount of ties and they were only two colours in the bunch. Black and Grey. I wrapped his tie around his neck and in an instant almost choked him from doing it all wrong. “Ouch! Fuck!” He frowned loosening the tie before it could squeeze his windpipe. “Don't you know how to wear a damn tie?!” He immediately snapped at me.

CHAPTER FIVE Dante POV I watched Julian through the vanity mirror as he struggled with the silk tie I’d sent to his room. It was Moretti crimson, the color of fresh arterial spray, a shade that declared war on the shadows of this house. He looked at the fabric with such raw loathing that I half-expected him to use it to hang himself before we reached the car.

CHAPTER ONE ZARA His tie is the first thing I notice. Green. Not the silver one my maids prepared to match my dress for the Pack’s annual Moon Festival. During the festival, the Alpha and Luna always wore matching colors. It was one of the oldest traditions in the Pack, a symbol of unity, stability, and harmony blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. I stare at him from across the bedroom mirror. “You’re supposed to wear the silver tie, Alex.” He adjusts his cufflinks without looking at me. “I misplaced it.”

She pushed Edward toward Chris. "Chris, try the tie on Edward. See if it fits." "They're all the same, nothing to try," Chris replied disinterestedly, eyes drifting to the tie Adriana had purchased. It was woven from gold and silk threads and inlaid with sapphires—tasteful, finely crafted, luxurious without being flashy. Unfortunately, he didn't like blue. Whenever he saw it, he remembered the way Francesco looked at Adriana. "Adriana, I don't like sapphires. How about another one?"

He was wearing a white long sleeve button down shirt, black tie, and a black and gold vest with black slacks. “Well,” I said, throwing my tie behind me, “I’m not trying to impress your girlfriend.” “No, just my sister,” Kam smirked. I flipped him off, then rearranged my shirt in the mirror. I had on a black button down and black slacks. Kimi told me her dress was black and red, so I wanted to match. I’d bought a red tie, and a red vest. However, the vest looked stupid without the tie. Damnit. Kam grabbed my tie, tied it around his neck, then took it off and tossed it to me. “Next time, get a zip tie or a clip on, idiot.”

And that’s when I almost stopped walking. He was wearing crimson, the same deep red color I had on. Gold embroidery on the cuffs and collar. A lion on his chest. A wolf clasp holding his cape. He looked powerful, handsome, enchanted, and hot. He looked like the true King he is. My chest tightened. Tara… What did you do? Did she know he would wear this color? Did she plan it on purpose? We looked like we belonged together. We looked like two pieces of the same crown.