The Crimson Moth Series Book 2 Novels & Stories

It was a cage disguised as a lifeline. But Nathan was behind bars. And no one else was coming. She reached for her phone. Her thumb hovered over Keiran’s contact. She’d burned the first contract. She hadn’t burned this one. And she didn’t know if that made her strong—or already his.

__________________ **PROLOGUE** "You don't escape me, Crimson. Not in this life. Not in the next. You were mine the moment you breathed your first, and I'll carve my name into your soul until you remember it." CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori

One of his hands held her steady at the hip, the other sliding between her thighs to part her further, guiding her into deeper sensation. Carmen had to clamp a hand over her own mouth to keep from crying out. Every stroke of his tongue sent lightning down her spine. Her thighs trembled. Her breath hitched. Her heart beat out of rhythm. She wasn't just being touched, she was being devoured. And still, no one outside the room would ever suspect a thing. Crandon’s POV

The brand glows red in the fire, waiting. Tears already burning my eyes. He walks around the bed slow. His eyes never leave me. “Tonight you stop being Volkov,” he says. His voice is calm and cruel. “Tonight you wear my name on your skin forever. Inside your thigh. Where only I will see. Where only I will touch.” I shake my head hard. “No. Please. No.” My voice cracks. As my tears fall hot. He pulls the iron from the fire. The wolf crest glows bright red. He kneels between my open legs. The heat reaches my skin before the metal does. He brings it close, I smell hot iron so I scream before it touches.

The moon hung in the sky like a brilliant, oversized flashlight. Lila leaned her forehead against the window pane. It felt cool and soothing. Peering into the illuminated night, she looked out onto the mountain in hopes of spotting Marcus and his pack approaching the castle. She’d had no word from Ben about the rescue Jasper and the werewolves were planning for her, but this would be the prime time for them to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize Jasper in his wolf form as he raced through the woods with the pack, but the pain in her back wouldn’t allow her mind to focus.

Four years later in the Robin's house:: "Good m…." Crystal who was hurrying to go into the kitchen tried greeting but then Red interrupted her kind gestures. "Will you get your filthy face off my sight this minute!!" He ordered in a rude tone. He got disgusted seeing how she had ran out from no where and bumping into him. He disliked it when humans who weren't related to him acted all weird more especially when it was a female gender. His hands were fixed into his blue jean pockets and his gaze on Crystal was cold. She felt shirtless as she stood in front of him.

“The Crimson-born are not of the pack, nor of the coven. They are independent and choose where they wish to go. Forged in the silence between the first howl, the Goddess’s tears, and the first spell. With their pale skin comes eyes deeper than the stain of blood.” Reading this gives my heart a little jump. They aren't called cursed here. They are called Crimson-born. I turn the page, but the next sheet is gone, ripped out so neatly it’s obvious someone didn’t want anyone reading what came next. A sudden sound makes me flinch. Moaning. It starts soft, then builds. A woman’s voice, breathy and loud, followed by a man’s deep grunt. “…Jareth…” I roll my eyes so hard it almost hurts and snap the

“I just thought something is strange, she rests for three years, yet now, she started to move once again. The case in District 2 where a cashier was killed with the same killing signature as her. A wipeout of smuggler’s hide-out under the Dark Moon near the border of District 1, where rumors say a flower of the death was also found there. Recent video footage of vlogger ‘Kiel’ which was instantly deleted before spreading out, was also related to Crimson Blade. Furthermore, the vlogger was also living in DIstrict 1. Do you know what I’m thinking?” Shan tremendously widened his big eyes, “You!… Do you want to go to District 1, thinking Crimson Blade might be living there?!” he wailed incredulo

Fluids were dripping from those corpses, which made their stench very overwhelming. Gargamel was seen standing in the middle of those mountains of corpses. An altar was already set up here. Gargamel walked up to the altar and held both of his palms toward the sky while reciting an ancient and evil spell continuously. Gradually, dense red moths flew out from those corpses. Every moth was the size of a palm. It was blood-colored all over. A glimpse of it could make one’s scalp begin to prickle. The sky was completely covered by countless red moths that flew into the air. The dark sky had entirely turned red at this point in less than thirty minutes. The massive blood moths intertwined and engu

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.