Novel & Cerita Rojo Carmesí Capítulos

She corked it open and poured some of the red wine into the glass. Carmen hated hearing that Roman was messing around with the maid of the twins. She hated it not just because it was like he as cheating on her but because it had to be the one she hated the most. Carmen hated Rose because she felt Rose was acting too proud and acted like she owned the whole place when in fact it was Roman. She also didn't like how Roman gave the maid too much power.

She doesn't mind if his blood will stain her clothes, all she wants is to protect him with all her life. She felt his right hand on her back, resting on the ridges of her spine. Still amazed on how it fits perfectly on her, how it always gives her electrifying shocks every time his skin meets hers. Tears poured down from her eyes, continuously flowing like a living waterfall. This is a moment she hasn’t even dreamed of, a ghastly storm that will wreck her heart to the extreme. “Callista? Y-you.. What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you not to leave the house no matter what happens? How—“

His clothes were wet with the remaining snow still clinging to his hair and Rose held her breath. …is that a blood? Dark red liquid seeped from his stomach. On closer inspection, his clothes were also torn on the sleeves and other parts. Rose set her sights on the person on Lubez's back. She couldn't see how she was. Thea's face turned to the other side and she only saw her head...missing a lot of hair. “…no way…what happened?” Rose mumbled. Lubez ignored her. He put Thea in front of the fireplace. Rose also carried Xander and sat him next to Thea.

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The blade gleamed, sharpened to a fine edge. "You really think I'd fall for the same trap twice?" Before he could react, I slashed the blade across my own arm. Blood welled up instantly, and I smeared it over my clothes and skin. Right on cue, the door burst open. "Mr. Morland, please don't hurt Carmen! She's just... lonely, that's why she's meeting a man in a place like this—" Hazel's plea died in her throat as she saw me, standing there, and covered in blood.

Leila looks away, her eyes focused on the blood Lithoha is pouring on the floor and slowly yet surely, Carmela’s blood from one end and Tatum’s blood from the other end make their way to each other and the moment they connect, Tatum eyes fly wide open. His heart beat increases, his skin feels like it is being set of fire, of all the wolves there, only one minty orange smells stands out to him, intoxicating him, flooding him with pleasure, his wolf leaps for joy, his eyes flash red and he steps forward slowly, stretching his hands cautiously as if Carmela is so fragile, even the softest of touches could harm her. “Mate,” he mutters and Carmela cups his face, locking his lips in a passionate k

I smile as I watch Rosa, who walks across the beam with her hands out to the side as she smiles before she looks down and her little tongue sticks out from the side of her mouth as she concentrates on her footing. “Good job baby, now jump down and run to the next one.” She giggles as she jumps down and runs off. I chuckle at her as she slows and stops next to one of the warriors, who is giving instructions on the next game. “Calista, I need you right now! Code red, we have a code red!” What is she talking about? Code red, what the fuck does that mean? “Calm down, what are you talking about, code red? Where are you?” I ask her through the link as I chuckle to myself.

The cartel’s mark for traitors—a silent accusation. Esteban snaps his fingers and the room ignites. Not orange flames. Black fire. It writhes along the walls, consuming everything it touches without casting light. It devours Dru’s worn sketchbook, her favorite grease-stained wrench, the seashell necklace I gave her. Turning them all to ash that swirls like dark snow. The smoke thickens, coiling like black vipers. Spelling out that bullshit phrase—La sangre es destino (Blood is destiny)—like some messed-up tattoo etched onto the air itself.

Distant shapes moving through the treeline. Wolves. Dozens of them. And at the front, a woman in crimson. Her red eyes glowed in the darkness. Ravenna. She'd brought an army. --- **End of Chapter 7**

Carmen murmured as she took a seat on the stool in front of her dresser mirror. Sighing, she took out a lipstick from in her makeup bag and applied it hot red color on her lips. “Done!” Carmen sadly uttered. After sitting in silence for a brief while, she stood up, grabbed her purse, and headed out. An hour later, Carmen was standing in front of the butter café. Then she smiled weakly as her mother waved to her from behind the transparent glass. Feeling like this entire breakfast date was a mistake, Carmen unwillingly pushed the door open and walked inside.