Novel & Cerita Diane Foxington Crimson Paw

At Dylan PLC—a Dylan-owned company that had nothing to do with York Corporation, not even any business dealings. This was mainly because his company was not involved in any of the industries York Corporation was in. Dylan had just returned from a meeting and was at the door to his office when he heard a familiar but furious voice. “Dylan York!” It was Chameleon Fox. Dylan looked in the direction of the voice and saw Fox was wearing red. She was wearing something different, but it was still red as usual. He found her incredibly beautiful and moving when he saw her in her red attire at night but in the daytime, she was even more astonishing.

I encouraged her to continue. “It's that bastard. He attacked my men at the port in Country X,” Lana confessed angrily, her voice filled with frustration. “And by bastard, you mean...?” I pressed for more information. “Who else?! The Crimson Fox!” Lana spat out the name, her anger palpable.\n\nSilence enveloped the jet as I processed the name Lana had just uttered. Deep down, I struggled to hold in my laughter. The Crimson Fox? That was the name of the gang causing havoc? It sounded more cute than menacing.

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.

Unless Zante allowed me to live on the territory and maybe I might meet my mate. “No. We have everything we need here since when we’re you so defeated. Remember what you wrote in your diary” Crimson purred in my mind. She was right though, I had everything I needed, and I wasn’t about to give it up for anyone, not even their mate. Crimson was begging for me to shift, making arms have a coating of her and my claws extended. She needed to run but I couldn’t trust her to not run to find the men. Sensing this she turns her back on me and disappears into the back of my mind.

Nonna shook her head, “she did not want to come back to our pack, she was allowed to go where she wanted, she is happy, and you need to be as well, let it go Antonia, this will destroy your life if you continue, mark my words, calm your wolf down, she is running your life now and it is showing.” I bit my lower lip, “I don’t think so Nonna, Violet is sweet, she wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.” She cackled, “you know the name of my wolf, Crimson do you think it is a color?” I furrowed my brows, “yes, Nonna it’s a red color.”

she ended in a voice much stronger than I had expected. Xander looked away, a tick in his jaw. Unlike other packs, The Crimson Phoenix Pack always had a predestined Luna, born with a red phoenix shaped birthmark on her upper arm. Whosoever was Alpha of the Crimson Phoenix Pack would automatically develop a matebond with the chosen Luna.

I left some of the wounds bandaged as I also treated the bruises on my face. I inhaled deeply, hoping it would help ease the pain for just a few minutes. My body remained stationary in the same position for a while before the pain subsided, and I was able to stand up, returning the first aid kit. Opening the second cupboard revealed an impressive collection: emerald green, black, champagne, ruby red, and pale blue dresses, each uniquely crafted with luxurious fabrics, intricate details, and dazzling embellishments.

Feeling herself bump into the tree behind her, she stood mesmerized as the wolf came out of the trees and she was able to get a look at it. The wolf was larger than a regular wolf. It's eyes green and it's coat brown and gray. It came toward her cautiously. She didn't know that Chace had left his scent on her and the wolf was sniffing the air trying to figure things out. Once it reached her it began to sniff her and she closed her eyes not wanted to get bit.

Neera stood in her balcony, the skyline behind her glowing gold and steel. The letter burned quickly in the fireproof dish she kept for other purposes — evidence disposal, mostly. She watched it curl and blacken until nothing but ash remained. Kieran Renzaro’s offer — his arrogant, polished, impossible offer — was reduced to smoke. And she didn’t flinch. She wouldn’t play his game. Wouldn’t be someone’s pawn, no matter how shiny the paycheck or how seductive the power behind it. She wasn’t for sale.

Any position he wanted. Do not humiliate yourself Vixen Tempest! You’re not here to suck your ex’s dick like a popsicle and ride him like a bitch in heat. You’re not here to have sex with him in any way shape or form. Nope, not here for any of that. My body is a traitor, ready to make a liar out of me, because she wants to be sampled like his own personal buffet to feast on. The sirens are going off in my head. The red flags are being waved. I’m screwed. I’m so screwed. Probably by him but still screwed.