Crimson Ties Novels & Stories

“Every sob, every shake, every wet inch of you is mine. Forever. You will never forget it. I will never let you.” I pull out slowly, her blood and my release run down her legs. Pink in the water. Perfect. I dry her myself and choose her clothes. Black lace panties, short silk dress. No bra. The collar stays while the brand stays hidden under the dress. But I know it is there. I clip a longer silver chain to the collar. “You walk exactly two steps behind me today. Never closer. Never farther. The chain will remind you with every breath where your place is now.”

Chapter 23 It was 6:45, and I was dressed in my Sabyasachi Anarkali, with my jewelry; since it was a traditional affair, I had parted my hair and rolled it into a sleek bun with a white jasmine flower string abound it, a little red dot around a crystal stone on my forehead called a bindi( worn at the center the forehead between the starting point of both the eyebrows) and Kept my makeup minimum with smokey eyes popping my eyes and nude lipstick. I wore my embellished Amina Muaddi stilettoes, and I was done; the red and gold were a contrast to my porcelain skin.

Her fingers traced the deep crimson silk with something like reverence, and I found myself holding my breath as she examined details I'd spent hours perfecting with the seamstress. "It's beautiful," she said quietly, lifting the dress to catch the light. "But crimson... that's significant, isn't it? In your world, colors mean things." Your world. As if she still saw herself as separate from it, a visitor rather than someone who might choose to stay. But the fact that she understood the symbolic weight of what I was offering sent hope racing through my veins. "Crimson is the pack's color," I admitted, my voice rougher than intended. "It represents... belonging. Family. Those who are claimed a

"This is such a golden opportunity." "A very big one, so just dress up, look your best, act your best, and the crown is all yours, the name is all yours." "So which outfit do you recommend I go for?" "None of that, we should check out for more exquisite ones." They browsed through their phone checking out clothes. The day refused to pass quickly, Sapphire checked her time constantly. She gazed down at her phone and sprang from her bed, and dashed into her bathroom. She did her things and emerged from the bathroom. She did her makeup light as instructed by her mother.

Minutes after Danica worked out of the airport, a convoy pulled over and a lot of men stepped out of the car. People came to a halt instantly, knowing that they were either there to escort someone in or escort someone out. Whoever it was had to be very rich with the flit of current cars lined up and men whose aura and build spoke of nothing but danger. Dressed in formal attires of black suits, shades and comms in their ears, they looked more like assassins than guards. All tall and huge to a fault, they looked both ravishing and dangerous to the core. The kind of danger that pulled women close. It was almost irresistible and it made them all frantic and excited to know who was coming or who

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

“Then it is the one.” After paying, I headed to the next store. Damien loved ties. Real ties, expensive ties, ties he ironed even when they already looked perfect. He always said a tie completed a man. I browsed for a while before spotting a sleek Zegna tie. Deep navy with the kind of subtle pattern that only someone who paid attention would notice. “This one,” I whispered, running my fingers over the fabric. I bought it and placed both items into a love-designed paper bag, soft cream with delicate red hearts that looked hand-painted. It felt right.

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

Not silver. Crimson. And they were smiling.