Novel & Cerita Crimson X Alessio

I can see that it's not just red; it's a deep crimson that seems to darken as it drips down my arm and onto the floor. “Tell me what the Academy is going to do to the Pack.” I don’t use anymore or any less force as I mutter the question; my years on the road have taught me that screaming and making demands does not change how quickly someone will answer. “Fuck you.” Harmon gasps; she’s trying like hell to keep her composure but now that I’m deep under her fingernail, she’s losing the battle with pain. I don’t stop my attack; I just pull the scalpel from under her finger and lift it up so I can see the crimson blood drip down the silver handle. If Ghost weren't holding Harmon in place, she wo

An airy laugh echoed out her lips in a two-toned voice. "This is bad. Hope Garrix senses this right now." Joshua gritted his teeth, seeing that he was majorly screwed right now. All the kids were single-handedly beaten by her. There was no telling how strong she could be. This was what Garrix was talking about, the unparalleled power of the Crimson Bride. His brown eyes shrunk just how close she quickly she was running towards him. "DIE!" _______________________________________________ Back at the school cafeteria, the Werewolf Halfling in secret hung out with Dorian, Maddie and Zack whilst they were in the midst of their conversation.

As soon as Crimson blade finished her mission and jump-off out of the window. Aoi Akuma, who was standing on the branch of the tree, swiftly threw a dagger with attached folded paper on its holder. It penetrated precisely on bed’s wood frame just above Cederick, it almost got his head. Aoi Akuma terrifyingly smiles towards him before he jumps off following Crimson Blade.

I pick it up and run my fingers over the hard moon sigil pressed on the cover. “Interesting...” I mutter, opening to the first page. It simply lists: Goddess, Lycans, Witches, Bloodlines, and Hybrids. My pulse quickens. I flip through the pages, ignoring the ones that have been torn out clean. The writing is cramped and old-fashioned, talking about cursed beings. “The Crimson-born are not of the pack, nor of the coven. They are independent and choose where they wish to go. Forged in the silence between the first howl, the Goddess’s tears, and the first spell. With their pale skin comes eyes deeper than the stain of blood.”

His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk. I gasped softly when I felt Lucien squeezing my waist as he grabs me closer to him. The Alpha of Crimson Pack then grinned upon seeing Lucien's gesture. "We haven't properly introduced. I am Drago Alessandrei Lestat, the Alpha of Crimson Pack. It's nice to finally meet you, Lady Ysobella." He offered his hand for a handshake. I was about to reach for it but I stopped when Lucien subtly gave me a signal not to by tightening his hold on me. But I don't want to appear rude so I accepted his hand nonetheless.

Camellia looked through her netted lashes. The last time everyone was gathered like this, they had fucking sold her off. Ringlets of smoke danced around the dinning halls, the strong smell of liquor, cigarettes and silence filling the room. Alejandro sat at the head of the long table, he was dressed in a fine silk, black sleeveless shirt. His wolf tattoo stretched over his balls of muscles on both arms. His fingers tapped silently again his glass of whiskey. His dark eyes moved around the room, scanning each face like a predator assessing its prey.

"Chief Elysia, we of the Golden Claw Pack hope to establish a deeper partnership with the North..." "The North's strategic vision is breathtaking. We would be honored to present our most promising projects..." The praise was endless. I moved through the crowd with my champagne, graceful and confident. I no longer needed anyone's pity or charity. "Elysia, over here," Alistair's son, Mike, waved me over. "The photographer needs to get the cover shot for Wolf World Magazine." I walked toward them. Mike, Alistair's son, was a brilliant young Alpha. He was one of the North's rising stars. We had a good rapport, forged in a year of hard-won victories.

Worse, the crackle of a static-heavy tactical radio on one of the dead Marcone hitmen signaled that their backup team was repositioning. Dante Rossi stood over the body of the final hitman, his right hand tightly wrapping a fresh strip of utility cloth over his bleeding shoulder. He didn't look at the wound. His eyes were locked on Isabella, who was casually wiping a stray speck of white concrete dust off the sleeve of her charcoal dress.

His eyes were a striking shade of crystal blue__ a sinful combination against his toned skin. Alessia had never been short of good-looking men; her brothers, Gabriel and Enzo were impressive men and head-turners but they all paled in comparison to him. She caught herself immediately realizing that she had stared too long. “Alessia, get a hold of yourself girl” She patted her cheeks lightly to cool down her red face. “Thank heavens I let Sarah paint my face with that hideous pink blush,” She thought. “I see you are enjoying yourself, do you like what you see, Topolina” the deep sinful voice once again came from the godlike Man.

Alessio's Pov “ Faster” she moaned as I thrust into her. I like my girls submissive and a bit of a bite to them. I hate physical touch, that's why I don't do missionary. I preferred to fuck from above or doggy. “Uhh Alessio I'm gonna cum “ she moaned. I thrust harder into her and released myself on her tits. She tried touching me “Uhh uhh you know the rules,” I said to her. My phone rang