Txt Crown Lirik Novels & Stories

Elias walked to a locked cabinet built into the wall. Using an old mechanical key instead of a digital passcode, he unlocked a narrow steel drawer. Inside rested several weathered journals. Paper. Actual paper. Older than most people living inside Zelios. He selected one carefully. The leather cover had almost completely faded. Across the front, barely visible beneath decades of wear, four handwritten words remained. Project Crimson hunger. Aldren's eyes narrowed. "I thought every copy was destroyed." "So did I." Elias gently opened the journal. Several pages had been torn out. Others were stained with dried blood. He turned slowly until one name appeared.

On cue, men with weapons, with the same tattoos emerged from the shadows. My eyes widened when I realized what their tattoos means. It's an arrow and a sword depicted together with a gothic letter R in the middle. These men are rebels! "The master will love this. Let's bring them to our hideout. Take them to the wagon," one of the rebels ordered. "NO!" I shrieked and elbowed the man who was holding me on my left arm. He lost his grip on me as he fell to his knees. He was clutching his stomach while grunting in pain. I shifted my haze to Ayla and I saw how she tried to free herself from the men. She succeeded which made the rebels frantic and furious.

Chapter 26 Subtitle: penalty for hurting Crimson. *** Two weeks later*** Crimson stood in front of the crowd in her gorgeous crop top and baggy sweatpants, she had on a speaker and microphone connected to her ear. "Hello L.A!" She yelled out loud as the crowd of hundreds and thausands of fans cheered her on as her performance began, she was enjoying the peak of her world tour and although she felt exhausted after very single concert and plane ride she was happy that she was able to travel around and sing in front of her millions of fans who in turn adored her and spent their hard earned money on her concert tickets, she was overly greatful.

Only enough to show uncertainty but not enough to show fear. “We still control the narrative,” Marcus said, and he could hear the desperation creeping into his voice now, could feel his grip on the situation slipping like sand through clenched fists. “The people still believe in moral corruption. They still believe that the crown has been compromised by degeneracy. All we need is...”

The second my words hung in the air, Sebastian–who had been trying to make a graceful exit–froze in his tracks. He released Anna's hand, spun, and marched straight toward me. The chill and anger in his eyes were no longer concealed. "Isabella Caruso." Sebastian stood a mere step away, bending down to murmur in my ear. "You're looking pretty smug, aren't you?" His voice was icy, laced with challenge and menace. "You think you can ruin me just like that?"

Aren’t there other heads and elders in this school? “When I said that you will state your name and faction, you will do, because right now,” Caleb pointed to the tip of his katana; my eyes widened, the smell of rose, and that purple-colored liquid on the tip, its poisoned katana. Am I just thinking things? “We will always find ways to know every one of you, from your strength up to your weakness, even your lights out, we are under your nose, without you even knowing, now, all of you will state your name and factions,”

“Claim me, make me yours. Do anything you want with my body. I would risk my own life just to call you mine. And for you to call me yours. Take my life away.“ He grabbed my hands and caressed his cheeks using it. He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of it. “Own me. Own me, Crimson.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 The drive back felt different. Because now there was a label on whatever this was between us, and even though nothing about Jacob Grey had suddenly become normal, there was something about sitting beside him as his wife that shifted the air in a way I couldn’t ignore.

"How many times have we gone through this? You pushing me away because you found another companion and then what? They'll flew away whenever they see your true color. And then here it is again! It's happening again... isn't it, Collin?" "Stop calling me Collin." He pierced his death glares on himself. "Why Collin? You were born as Collin, you were left behind in that orphanage as Collin, you are Collin whenever you are alone and you will always be Collin, when your true color reveals your real you." He balled his fist and clenched his jaw. "Do you think you're Phillip?" It scoffed loudly, mocking him. "Phillip is just another name, just another mask to wear, another character to portray but

The words sent a ripple of unease through the bond. Aldric straightened slightly. “We should talk to your father.” Regina nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Because if Rafael had targeted her bloodline… Then her father might know why. ⸻ Aldric Crimson Hollow’s Alpha residence stood deep within the forest, surrounded by towering pine trees that whispered softly in the wind. The drive from the hotel had been quiet. Regina sat beside him in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead while the moonlight filtered through the trees.