Veil Red Novels & Stories

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.

Everything about her appearance was designed for maximum impact. She was the kind of woman who turned heads just by stepping into a room, the kind whose presence made others sit up straighter. And right now, she had a rough idea, a very rough idea, why she was here. Vanessa removed her sunglasses with a classiness that needed to be studied, revealing her shade of brown Hawthorne eyes. Her assessing gaze flicked from Zander to Kallista. A soft smirk played on her lips, but there was nothing warm about 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.

“I’m trying to prevent you from making mistakes.” “And I’m trying to prevent you from thinking you can manage me.” For a moment, the air between us went thin. Then Violet’s expression returned to perfect professionalism. “Mr Richard will see you shortly.” I stepped around her, heading toward the study wing. “Hailey,” she called behind me, and the fact that he used my name as she owned it made my fist clench. I didn’t turn. “I would advise you,” she said, in a silk tone, “not to snoop.”

I moved through and blindly, I collided against someone, my hands laying on her two boobs just in time, preventing a total collision. Sharply, I withdrew my hand and looked up to see a woman who should be in her late 40’s. She had her head scraped, leaving her hairless just like Ruto. She had the tattoo of a dragon on her arm, an art that makes her look rebellious. Jagged, a scar cut on her skin, running from her head, darting through her left eye brow and stopped below her eyes which made me wonder what kind of animal or weapon marked her face at such a delicate area.

He only brought it up as a bluff, a threat. Helen stepped into the room only to see Nathaniel's pallor. "You look terrible. Is something wrong?" The rims of Nathaniel's eyes were tinged with redness, and he looked at Helen. She shared my resemblance, but that was where the similarities came to an end. The loving relationship he had, he had it with me. Our relationship was irreplaceable, or it was supposed to be. His hands tightened around the divorce papers. 'Why'd I mistake her for Ginny? That one-night-stand was an accident, but everything after that was…'

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

she said, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. "You don't have to attack me like that. I will not take this insolence from you, we both want something from each other, both a means to an end so you will not talk to me like I'm some sort of dirty dog while you are the saint" I fired back at her. She looked at me for a long time. Her face softened with each passing second. Finally, she laughed and shook her head, removing the shawl that was wrapped around her. She was wearing a veil underneath, one that made me wonder why she had the shawl in the first place.

"Your veil, Luna!" Veil! I stared at the thick gold circle flowing gauzy veil. It would be too hot to use a veil, but on the other hand, it would blur my vision. I wouldn't be able to see Edmond clearly; I could imagine and dream that ... "Give it to me ."