Crimson X Alessio Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

My eyes glistened with the tears of happiness. “I speak on behalf of this council,” he announced in a loud voice that could be heard by everyone present in the hall “Marco Rossi is hereby stripped of any claim to the Rossi throne. He shall not bear the title of King, nor stand in line for it.” Marco gave me a deathly glare but I ignored him and his presence. From now on, he doesn't even exist for me. “And under the current circumstances, in light of your rightful claim and the heir she carries—Alessia Rossi is now the rightful owner of this crown and the throne"

Like the old saying goes; it’s not over until it’s over. “That’s bullshit,” Alessandro scoffs, taking another drag from his cigar. Smoke rolls out with his next words. “If I give Alessia freedom, she’ll use it to meet that fool again.” His voice drops, dark and vicious. “That is… if I don’t kill him first, rip off his testicles, and feed them to my pet serpent.” Disgusting. “Well, sir,” I say calmly, “I don’t think she’ll be seeing that man again… based on what I saw today.”

he snapped without even turning back. “You did not accept my rejection. Don’t let me think you are still interested in me” I stated. I was toying with his emotions. He was angry and extremely pissed off. He deserves every bit of it. “You wish” he scoffed. Turning around, there right at the entrance of my home, he accepted my rejection “I Oliver Crimson accept your rejection Alessia Romano”

I just let her tiny, fierce hands hold me captive. "He’s getting married. This weekend," Alessia said. She capped the lotion and crawled onto the mattress, moving toward me with a feline slowness that made my pulse quicken. She settled in right next to me, the scent of roses and warm skin filling my lungs. I pushed my hair back, raising an eyebrow. On my other side, Cristiano again decided my shoulders were a mountain peak. He climbed up, his small knees digging into my traps as he locked his arms around my neck like a little monkey. I reached back, my hand steadying his spine.

“My defector got a hit—Alessio’s working with the Order, funneling cash to Crane to regain power.” Gianna’s breath caught, her heartbreak raw, Alessio’s betrayal—once her mentor, now a traitor—cutting deep. “Alessio?” she whispered, her voice trembling, her emerald eyes glistening. “He’s one of them?” Kai’s hand tightened on hers, his voice fierce, grounding her. “He’s nothing, Gianna. We’re stronger than his games.” Rosa’s screens flashed, her voice grim, cross-referencing Valentina’s intel. “Alessio’s tied to Crane’s European accounts—same as Drazen’s funds. He’s playing both sides.”

Sabrina blushed further as she looked down, Alessandro smirked and took the ice cream from the driver hand and handed it to Sabrina . “No I won’t share! you should have ordered yours....” she said playfully licking her ice cream. Alessandro looked at her amused. “Oh really? And who would stop me?” He asked playfully too.His eyes narrowed at her making her nervous. “Uh I will...” she said not knowing the circumstances. “Let see....” saying this he grabbed her face and in an instant his lips were on her. She was too shocked to realise that her ice cream was now in his hands as his mouth devours hers. Her head felt spinning when he pulled away, and she was breathing heavily.

“Let's go home Alessa.” She glared at me and I smiled. Adrian opened his mouth in awe, staring at us. “What do you want?” Alessa asked. Her face was all annoyed. Adrian instantly saw her red ears. “Alesaa, what were you doing? Taking this long to come out. Why is your face all red?” He saw the hickey on her neck. Then he stretched his hands and touched her neck. He screamed loudly. "What the hell is that on your neck?”

His fingers skimmed my collar, dragging lower, slow and possessive, igniting sparks where heat met skin. My breath sharpened, and my glare never wavered. “Dream on, De Luca,” I ground out, my voice rough, but a dark tremor twisted in my chest—an unwelcome pulse of fear and something worse. His smirk deepened, eyes dancing with delight. “Welcome to hell,” he purred, lethal and knowing. “And I don’t ruin the things I find… interesting.” “You’re not my prisoner, Niko,” Alessio’s smirk darkened, and without warning, his teeth grazed my lower lip in a wicked, biting tease—a dangerous promise laced with heat.

Men kept glancing toward the doors. Alessia chose a seat near the back, hoping to become invisible. Then she saw the man waiting at the altar. Antonio De Rossi. He was tall and heavily built, with silver-grey hair combed away from his face and a scar running from his left temple down toward his jaw. His pale grey eyes were cold. He wasn’t looking around the room nervously like the other men. He didn’t need to. Everyone else was watching him. Alessia lowered her gaze, the music started and Elena appeared at the entrance, smiling as she walked down the aisle.