Diane Foxington Crimson Paw Novels & Stories

Diana defended. "Dolphy?" She called out when he didn't respond. Diana turned to see him gawking at Lacey like he had seen something shiny. Amused, she picked up her bags and walked to the bathroom, leaving the love birds alone before she witnessed something disgusting. In the bathroom, she pulled out a red sequined dress, golden heels and a golden clutch, and placed them on top of the lower counter. She stared at the three items with a frown on her face. Red was the ceremonial royal werewolf colour. No one but royals would wear red at an event like this.

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

You’ll get us expelled. She turned her face up at me and smiled then. ‘’Us? The only person that can get expelled is you, I can’t get expelled – I’m no one. Not a member of the Red foxes basketball team or the cheerleading sqaurd, not even a student of Canterbury high.’’ Before I could say anything, she slipped a key out of her pocket and opened the door and then I couldn’t wait to get in and find out what it was she wanted to show me.

Its strong odor is so vibrant that it knocks me out of my own head so that I swivel to glance at my surroundings. ​“Catching a tan, Nate?” I meet Roxanne Harlow’s eyes and have flashbacks to a forgotten night a few years ago in this very space. She smirks at me, laughing at her own joke and begins to twirl her pink hair. She always was changing it so I wasn’t surprised to see her the first night of the Crimson Ball with a strawberry milk dye job.

He lifted his brows toward Isobel. She brightened, wiggling her fingers. “Ooh, that would be me.” Hayden nodded. “Exactly, and while Brick is there at your party, getting himself an air-tight alibi, then Black Crimson will be on the other side of town, throwing up his grand finale piece.” “Except how's that going to work?” Ezra asked, shaking his head. “Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.”

It seems like a lifetime since we last spoke, and I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing with wonderful news; I just had my first pup, a boy named Orion. He is beautiful, healthy, and already the center of my world. I'm living in the Nightshade Pack now, on an island called Aethel. It's a weird and wonderful place, and I just can't help but wish you were here to see it. I'd love for you to come to Orion's Newling Ceremony. It's a big deal, and having you here would mean everything to me. Please say you'll come. I miss you more than words can express.

At a lavish Lupo soiree meant to showcase their clout, I was there, representing the Caruso family. Amid a sea of scents and silks, I spotted Anna. Her dress was a relic, ill-fitting, and she trailed behind the pompous Sebastian, who was desperate to rub elbows with the elite. Her face was ghostly, her gaze shy, sticking out like a sore thumb in the glittering crowd. "Principessa Isabella..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers nervously fidgeting with her skirt. "Thank you for looking out for me in the past. I'm doing well now, and Sebastian is good to me.

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

It had to be Kellina’s joy sweeping over all of us as her emotions got away from her. After watching and allowing almost every single red wolf to approach her, our Alpha Braun made his typical grunting noise loudly enough for Kellina to turn to him and nod acknowledging him. Braun nodded back and then looked at Athena. I too took her in and saw Athena’s slender figure and fiery green eyes with her long, beautiful fire-red hair going down to her bottom. I felt something inside stirring and my wolf was desperate, but I brushed it off. “Crimson Priestess, has the Red Crescent Pack made their decision?” Kellina looked over at the elderly woman and held her hand then spoke to them all whispering