The Crimson Lady Novels & Stories

Maybe the seasonal winters and summers all through the decade had affected its color or maybe the darkness shadow was creating such illusion for the young lady. Catherine Gunner hopped down from the carriage and paved the way for her mistress as she moved her body away from the door but lateral to it. Extending her hand, she offered an assistance to Lady Francesca, which the latter gladly accepted. They proceeded in through the open gates with Francesca on the front and aspiring handmaid lagging from behind as a respect to her in Born high status.

Alpha Jermain’s face tightened as he finally began his dark rituals. He positioned a small table, already laden with all the necessary items, directly before Lilias. Swiftly, he took a ceremonial blade and made a precise cut across the palm of Lilias’s hand. A gasp escaped the woman, more from shock than pain, as bright red blood welled up and slowly began to drip into an ancient goblet he held beneath. The Alpha watched intently as the crimson droplets fell, his eyes bulging triumphantly.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

' Whenever Crimson hosted a tea party or accepted an invitation, she always took me with her, almost as if I were one of her accessories. 'If she's taking me to a tea party, she has a bad habit of showing me off or bragging about me every time, which surprised me since she doesn't seem like the type to boast.' The moment we arrived, the lady who was hosting the event greeted Crimson the moment she saw her, "Duchess Hastus! I'm so glad you could make it today!" Crimson smiled at her, "Yes, thank you for the invitation, Lady Hanna Laseus. I'm glad you invited me today! Unfortunately, I haven't had the time to attend many social events after my daughter hatched, so my invitations have decreased

Crystal made her final decision and hurriedly, she finished her chores, made her way to her bathroom and got dressed to leave the house. She went to her aunt's room to tell her she was going out but unfortunately, Aunt Lucy wasn't in her room. "Where must she be ?" Crystal wondered. She ignored her aunt's absence and went off to her destination. "GT Enterprise" She stated clearly to the driver and in no time, she was at GT Enterprise. She had decided to go apply for a job at the company and not just any company but The Robin's company. Red was going to be the CEO in the company soon but she wasn't aware of it. She knew her boss was a billionaire but didn't know his source of income.

I got home and just dashed towards her room in a hurry, I heard some weird sounds but just couldn't comprehend what they were. "Oh my god!! Charles knock, that's why there's a door" Crimson screamed while struggling to close her laptop. "Okay Crimson first of all I never really knock, secondly I barged in because you didn't pick any of my calls and lastly what the hell are you trying to hide on your laptop?". With that Crimson bounced off the bed and grabbed her laptop placing it behind her back, it was then I finally noticed what she was wearing. She wore a transparent black silky singlet that showed her two cups and hardened nipples, then had a matching lacy panties that looked obviously w

She leaves as fast as she came. I stare at the dress. My hands shake a little. Sonya sits on the chair by the window. She looks so pale. “I got one too,” she whispers. “Black. Simple.” We do not talk anymore, we just got ready. I put on the red silk. It fits tight and shows too much skin. The collar stays around my neck, a silver cold. Sonya helps with my hair, she makes it into loose waves, adds a little makeup on my face, and gives me red lips. We look pretty, like dolls.

And now, here I was, walking down an aisle lined with chrome and roses, heading straight into the lion’s den with a knife strapped to my thigh and revenge curled tightly inside my gut like a fist. The rev of bikes outside rumbled like a heartbeat. The compound stank of oil, leather, cigar smoke, and secrets. Tulle and flowers drooped over Harley frames like some sick joke. The scent of gasoline clung to everything. I couldn’t breathe without tasting rage. “Remember what they did to her,” my father, Vincent “Venom” Kane, president of the Crimson Fangs, growled beside me. His grip on my arm was tight, grounding. “Remember why you are here.”

"During the Renaissance, Italian ladies would drop the sap into their eyes. It dilated their pupils, making them look wide, beautiful, and completely striking. They called it *bella donna*. The beautiful lady." "They also used it to slip into the wine of husbands they wanted to get rid of," Dante noted, stepping a fraction of an inch closer, his eyes locking onto her pale fingers. "Two berries are enough to kill a child. A leaf is enough to stop a grown man's heart." "Exactly," Isabella whispered, her voice laced with a chillingly poetic reverence. She picked up a marble pestle and began to crush the black berries. *Grind. Grind. Grind.* A thick, dark violet juice pooled at the bottom of the

I'm ready to do anything to soften up the little demon that I see Laura as. "Say, Mirabelle, I'd like to freshen up a little before the party." Laura tears Jemma from my hands again and pushes her into the huge dolls house. Then she sits facing the dressing table and grabs the brush in the shelf. Suddenly, Laura's eyes turn blood red. It was so unexpected that I jump back in surprise. She grabs my doll and tears ridently at her head. I can't contain my laughter. It's surreal. "Hum... Laura, your doll doesn't have a head anymore!" Her face breaks into a Machiavellian smile.