Veil Red Novels & Stories

Matching pearls adorned her ears as well, giving her a little frail look that matched the fierceness. It was the dress she had chosen, yet seeing it on her body made it look even more stunning. It was a floor-length silk red dress that clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her curves. The tube top made her shoulders look more elegant and delicate, and the high slit made her legs look longer. Veil batted her lashes, thinking the person in front of her would fly away. But she was still there, mirroring the same actions. That was Veil. The acceptance was stunning.

She closed her eyes, feeling a building heat at her wrists. “I refuse,” she declared. Vincent nodded slowly. "Then, the red will fall.” The masked figures flapped their flags, creating a red canopy above her. She opened her eyes to find threads of silk scratching her skin—light but relentless. "You cannot refuse," Vincent stated quietly. "Red silk does not loosen; red flags do not fall until crowned." Camela felt dizzy under the red canopy. She watched as the silk walls bled. Each panel featured silhouettes of a bride crying, bound, and swallowed by silk.

Both he and the animal had been frightened by the strange and careless figure of that woman, who was looking at him in dismay and embarrassment at that moment. He could not say she was ugly, since she wore her face hidden under a red veil, but, there was a reason she covered it that way, wasn't there? If he were to judge by the rest of her appearance, then the verdict would be an unattractive woman who should take more care of her appearance. Her long hair was surrounded by that veil, but, even so, it was notoriously careless and tangled, he could compare it to a bird's nest or something like that.

In silence, they both stood divided by the veil, the sensual music saying the words she couldn't utter. He broke the silence after a few minutes with the words, "Deactivate the veil." Clara watched intently, her heart beating in anticipation as the veil rolled and slid sideways, stopping at the wall. He was still masked, but she could see his eyes under the erotic red illumination. His eyes were grey like a labyrinth of magical ocean; the sharp orbs beckoning her to drown in them.

That woman seemed to have won over her boss. May grabbed her chest that was throbbing with a feeling akin to jealousy, then she sighed and stepped away. *** The woman rubbed a fiery red lipstick on her lips, staring with satisfaction at her reflection in the mirror. She looked very, very beautiful, just as she expected. She had already highlighted her hair reddishly and wrapped herself in a very sexy red dress. Everything is all red, sending a message of challenge to Jose, implying the meaning that she is challenging Jose to own her.

Leah almost said nothing. Then she remembered he had asked what, not who. He had not demanded the part of her she could not give in front of Julian and Elaine and Mrs. Turner. “Enough to understand why it worked,” she said. His eyes darkened. Elaine’s tablet chimed. Everyone turned. “I have a vendor logistics note,” Elaine said. “The veil is listed under separate tray handling.” Daniel stepped closer. “Meaning?” Elaine read. “Veil to be removed from cedar storage ahead of bridal garment unfolding. Restricted tray transfer. Awaiting family-authorized review.”

She was his CRIMSON and he was the VEIL of her Dark life, hiding her scars, covering her pain with his darkness and painting her pain with the color of his Obsessive Love. .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

"Who knows where Vincent went? Probably found someone new already." I forced myself to focus on the fabric and designs spread before me, but my vision kept blurring. I wanted to believe Vincent hadn't abandoned me, that he truly was just out with friends. But what if he never came back? The door suddenly creaked open. A tall man stood there, his black suit gleaming under the light. I recognized it instantly. It was the one I'd designed for Vincent myself, a one-of-a-kind piece. It looked plain on the outside, but I’d poured my heart into every stitch and detail.

He simply closed the door and began the drive back to the mansion. ​Once the car was moving, the silence surrounding her became a precious, inviolable space. She finally allowed herself a single, shaky breath. She quickly pulled down the sleeve of her dress, revealing the angry, red marks already rising on the pale skin of her inner arm. The bruise would be dark and severe by morning. She had to conceal it.

I fight the urge to rush to her side, my hand involuntarily tightening around the fork on the table. Dressed in a red knee-length high-neck bodycon dress, a departure from her usual attire, Valentina exudes elegance. The padded shoulders add a touch of sophistication, and the modest front slit hints at her appeal without revealing too much. It's a stark contrast to the tight corset dresses I have always liked her to wear with the intention of highlighting her impeccable curves and flawless skin for all to see.