Novel & Cerita The Crimson Lady

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

In its beak was a black-and-gold invitation. I wiped my hands and picked it up. It was an invitation to the "Crimson Gala." The most exclusive power-broker event for all North American vampire clans. As soon as I touched the wax seal, the dark gold card ignited in midair, and Silas's deep, sexy voice whispered in my ear: "The gala awaits its Queen. Don't keep us waiting." The "Crimson Gala" was held at the Grand Cathedral of Evernight. The highest-tier pureblood nobles were all gathered.

She looked out over the wolves who had come to witness her crowning, seeing faces she knew and faces she did not, seeing hope and fear and love and uncertainty. I am not the Luna you expected, she continued. I am not the gentle mate who stands quietly at her Alpha's side. I am not the traditional leader who follows paths worn smooth by generations before. I am something else entirely. She paused, letting her words settle. I am the Crimson heir. I carry three thousand years of power in my blood. I have fought and bled and nearly died for every wolf in this valley. And I will continue to fight, to bleed, to die if necessary, for the future we build together.

Nakangiting pagpapaunlak ko at inalalayan si Crimson papasok sa entrance ng venue. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

Around her neck rested a single ruby pendant, glowing faintly as though a heartbeat pulsed within the stone. She possessed no visible weapon. She didn't need one. Power surrounded her like an invisible tide. Calm. Measured. Ancient. Lady Nysera, Sovereign of the Crimson Court.cUnlike many ancient vampires, Nysera rarely ruled through fear.cShe preferred knowledge. Patience. Observation. She believed wars were won long before the first blade was drawn. Which was why she had waited. For centuries. Waiting for one thing. Crimson Blood. A quiet knock echoed through the hall.

A breathtaking place like a king's palace, a gold gate, and a vast expanse of flowers and tall trees surrounding the inner side of the estate wall. Her feet moved with awe and fear, her steps slowing as she approached the mansion's main door as if it were a monster that would swallow her. She entered the mansion with her mother—a vast, frightening space and opulence that took one's breath away. A middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair interspersed with a few gray strands stood there. It was Chris Myers, the richest man in America. He buttoned his suit jacket and extended his hand to Lila with a friendly smile.

He states as he leaves the table. “I’m sorry.” I whisper towards no one in particular. A gentle pat on my knee alerts me to Luna Charlotte’s desire to comfort. “Do you have any memories of her?” She asks as she serves her plate. I shake my head. “I have no memories of physically being with her while I was at Crimson Dawn but she’s been persistent with connecting with me through the channel.” “The channel?” Cassius questions. “Is that the same as the link?” “My understanding is that it’s similar but uses a different plane than the astral plane our wolves live on. It has a farther reach. We set it up so every night instead of her calling we used the channel. She’s told me a lot about herself,

the warrior asked me again. Without further ado, I knew that I had to give an answer. "If you promise that my maid, Ophelia, my assistant, Andreas, and the people who supported me are safe and sound, I’ll marry you." For a while, the Crimson Warrior was looking at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's a deal then," he responded. ***

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.

Layla looked over her shoulder and smugly responded, "As I told her, we're not friends. I'm only here for the benefits." "You little-" Layla moved out of her reach and put her hands up in surrender. "I'm kidding, and you can't kill me because you love me too much. Who else would do your dirty deeds?" "Hmm, good point." Suddenly the host stood center stage. "Good evening, ladies, gents, Princesses, Princes, and Assassins. The moment of truth is here. The Crimson Clan has finally arrived, bringing along some exceptional guests. One might even say our future Queen is among the mix."