Helluva Boss// Crimson X Alessio Novels & Stories

And even more-so, to have the town’s Alpha take mercy on me. Alpha Matteo is the leader of the Crimson Storm pack; he’s the one who rules over this little town and I am fortunate enough to call him and his Luna friends of mine. I would have been completely lost without their kindness and I am thankful to the Goddess every day for placing me in the right town.

If the assassins believed that we had anything to do with their Alpha’s death, then we were going to have to fight back, and considering the fact that I knew that it was going to be lethal, the assassins didn’t get their titles doing manicures, I knew that we had to find a way to talk thing out. “You fucking…” Aurora’s eyes glowed, and I knew that the barrier formed as I wrapped my hand around Alessandro’s arm, pulling him back. His eyes met mine and I nodded in assurance before he looked at my mate. The assassin who was swearing was forced to stop as he caught our sight, knowing that one wrong move could end up being a war against four packs instead of one. And that was not something that h

*~*~*~* The second Alessio arrives in his bedroom, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand and breaks into an eerie smile, eyes glinting wickedly as he realizes everything is going according to plan. He walks over and grabs the bottle of wine and glass off the table beside the bed and pours himself a drink; then he turns towards the window and stares out to the little garden his mother had planted. He takes a sip of his drink, his lips curling into a devious smirk. It’s only a matter of time before he gets his hands on what rightfully belongs to him; it's a shame Ilya only became his pawn in the end, but that doesn't mean Alessio still can’t have him when all of this is over. Alessio wil

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Zafira's red teary eyes again brimmed with tears, "This is my end. End of my life. End of my freedom. End of my love. End of Azrael's CRIMSON" ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

The building’s lights turned red. I looked down at Alexander. He met my eyes. “Whatever happens,” he said, “don’t let go.” And before I could ask what he meant, the rooftop floor split open beneath us. - Luna and Alexander plunge into darkness as the building’s hidden mechanism activates, pulling them into the unknown core of Project Eros.

One by one. He pulls back the covers and places another kiss on my center before he settles himself between my legs. He lines himself up, rubbing himself between my folds. Teasing me. Taunting me. And finally enters me in one strong thrust. He gives me time to adjust to size before he grabs me and pulls me up to his chest. He takes my mouth with his. One hand around my back, the other on the mattress holding us steady. He drags a pillow and places it behind me, where my head would be when fall back onto the bed. Still supporting me with one arm he leans me back, and starts thrusting inside me. This new position I feel so much more of him. My legs wrap around him, begging him not to pull away

Joshua thinks that he wouldn't be that surprised if he starts to form wrinkles on his forehead and be deaf from listening to Leo's endless bleating like a goat. "I'm sorry, I don't follow. Who is Crystal Mayhem?" Joshua Brenner is quite a liar. He knows who is Crystal Mayhem, and it was only a coincidence that she happen to rent a room in his building for a week because of her work. And as Joshua Brenner see it as an opportunity for his "annoying" friend, he sent him to do the room service and this happened, just another normal day of being a good listener to his "worker's" fuss.

The kind of asset you didn’t call unless you were ready to bury secrets in ash. I hit call. Two rings. He picked up. "Boss." His voice was low, metallic, like someone had dragged a razor across old stone. “Code?” he asked. I answered immediately: “Crimson light. Ash in the west. Pale moon, black crest.” He paused. “Connection secure.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “I need a job done.” “Names?” “The Lords.” Silence. Then: “...You’re kidding.”

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Lysandra’s gaze remained fixed on Kaelen as he stood across from her, his posture rigid, a storm brewing behind his sharp golden eyes. She clutched the photographs in her hands, her knuckles white, her heartbeat thrumming in her chest. Each picture was a reminder of the horrors that had begun haunting her. The figures—those unnatural beings—appeared only in the frame, but their presence lingered in her mind, haunting her thoughts.