Novels by Skarlet-Rosé

“So you think this is a good idea?” Paisley asked as I was dropping my luggage into the trunk of my car.“It is,” was my only response. Whether it was or wasn’t wasn’t something that was up for discussion.“Aren’t you going to address what happened? Aren’t you going to stay and try to clear up your name?” She already started her questions. I knew she was worried about me and my refusal to do anything.“And do what exactly, Paisley? Tell people it’s doctored or fake?” I scoffed at the thought of that. Me doing such a thing.“No. I won’t, Paisley. I would never stoop myself this low to explain.” I was more angry at her than at the person who released that audio. “When have I ever given two fucks about the opinions of others? It’s just the poor, weak and wretched banding together to fight me.” I waved my hand, shooing the thoughts away.“If it doesn’t affect you then why are you running away?” She stepped closer till we were breaths apart. “I know you, Elara. You don’t have to be strong

It was the day of the exhibition matches. I was seated on the bleachers but closest to the entrance.“Elara.”I heard Paisley’s voice call out my name from the side. Turning, I looked toward her.She was dressed eloquently in a simple show outfit, but it looked good on her.“You look good, Pai,” I said the moment I was close enough to her, and it wasn’t a lie. “Are you okay?” I noticed the nervous ticking in her frame.“Thanks. I am just nervous is all.” I just smiled at that. She always did get butterflies before every performance. Big or small.“Don’t sweat it. You will do great.” I gave her a reassuring smile. “I will be watching and cheering the loudest for you.” I gripped her hands and gave her a gentle squeeze.Her face did that thing it always does when she wanted to say something but knew it wouldn’t land well. And I already knew what she wanted to say.“You should be here too. You deserve this more than me.” She stopped to gauge her next words. “You deserve to shine—”I cut h

“Are you avoiding me?” Paisley said, blocking my path. I was about to leave to get something to eat.I sighed at the expression she gave me. I had totally forgotten about her due to everything else.“Pai, I haven’t—” she cut me off with the raise of her hand.“Don’t ‘Pai’ me, using my nickname like I am your friend,” she gritted out, clenching her fist as she spoke.I winced at her words, totally understanding where she was coming from. I had been acting like a total bitch towards her.“Paisley, don’t say that. You are my friend.” I stepped closer, reaching a hand towards her own, but she dodged it by stepping back, creating a bit more distance between the two of us.“Really? I am, but it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it,” she spoke sarcastically, tears glinting in her eyes. My heart ached at the sight. Losing Paisley or her friendship isn’t something I would ever consider losing.“I have called you multiple times, texted you too, even passed on a message through Kai when he told me

Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, disrupting my sleep. My head felt like it had been dropped straight into concrete. I tried to massage it, trying to stop the splitting sensation, but it did nothing to calm it down. Then I started to remember the entire previous day’s events — from being suspended, to running out like a mad woman after finding out what happened to Beth and Eli, then to the almost-kiss. That’s right. I almost kissed Kai. Omg. I can’t believe I almost kissed Kai. Elara, snap out of it. I pinched my thigh hard. I can’t be reckless. Kai was most likely using a manipulation tactic to make me fall in love with him. Wrap me around his finger to do his bidding like Damon. Damon 2.0 with a working brain, but without any poor ‘innocent’ scholarship girls. Not that I know of. There could be one trying to get his attention in the shadows. I have to be careful. Kai is more dangerous than Damon. He isn’t stupid. Then that threat. *Flashback* “What is that?” Kai

I arrived at the house in record time. I paid for the fare then walked inside where they were waiting for me.I burst through the door. “Where are they?” I asked anxiously. My body was on a mission and would only stop once I knew they were safe and fine.“Young Miss, the young master and second young Miss are in the sun room,” a maid said nervously.I didn’t wait for her to finish speaking. I was already running up the stairs to the sun room.My mind was in turmoil as it conjured multiple disastrous scenarios that did nothing to curb the worry in my heart.I shoved the door open, bringing all attention to myself.“Older sister—” Beth stuttered out in surprise. She was seated on a couch being fed something.I crossed the room in large strides toward them, moving and shoving the maid in front of me aside.When I was close enough, I enveloped her in a hug.“Elder sister Elara,” Eli spoke from my right. I r

There was no way in hell I was missing something as important as the exhibition. Rozetta. I gritted my teeth and continued my walk back to my dorm. That bitch really thought she had me cornered, even going as far as reporting me to the coach with her made-up excuses. And that pudgy-bellied idiot thought he could get back at me for threatening him. For planning to fire him. Well, this time around I wouldn’t only fire him — I would make sure I ruined him, starting with this matter. Those fools didn’t know who they were dealing with. I would ruin them before they could even think of it. I stared at the people walking past. They were staring at me. Honestly, this was the least of my worries. What those wastes of space thought didn’t matter. My mind was consumed by those two. I finally made it to my dorm, locking the door behind me. I sat down to massage my aching feet. There w

Just like she promised, it indeed was a long weekend. I spent every second of it either fucking her into the mattress, fucking her against the sink, or even on the couch.My dick was either wedged between her legs deep in her pussy, or it was in her mouth being sucked on like a lollipop.It felt so good. It was really good. I couldn’t even think straight. The only thing that was on my mind was the feeling of her silky soft walls devouring my cock anytime it disappeared inside of her.Just like now, on her sheets. It reminded me of the first time we fucked.She had her back to me on all fours as she wiggled that beautiful cunt at me. I didn’t know my cock would still work after everything she made me do. After every time she had me cumming on her, in her, and around her.“What are you waiting for, Ethan?” she asked, staring back at me. “Are you not going to show Mommy what that cock can do?”I gulped at her words.Massaging my length in my hand, I slowly approached her. She looked so m

After the whole office shenanigans I couldn’t get the image of her out of my mind. Being fucked by her in the office where anyone could walk in and hear us. “I don’t like you working for other people,” she told me while I was putting on my slacks. “They asked me to,” I answered her. “No, they ordered you to,” she corrected me. “And nobody gets to order you except me.” “I know that, but they are my friends,” I tried desperately to persuade her, but it felt like talking to a tree bark. “Ethan, ‘friends’ don’t bully their ‘friend’. ‘Friends’ don’t humiliate their so-called ‘friends’ for laughs and giggles. Friends don’t fat-shame you because of your weight.” She spoke, emphasizing the friend and friends part as she spoke, which made me rear up a little that she cared about me a bit. “I know, but it’s because I am lonely, that’s why,” I admitted to her. It felt dumb and pathetic to d

I woke up feeling groggy and tired. My head felt like it was about to explode. Fuck, I didn’t even drink anything — just a non-alcoholic drink.I tried to stand up, but my body felt immensely tired. I just fell back again. Staring around, I realized I wasn’t in my bedroom.Holy crap.I sat back up. The sheets slid down my waist.How the fuck did I get here?I looked around the entire room for signs to help, and then I saw it.Clothes scattered around the room. My shirt and pants… and a woman’s underwear and bra.Omg. Who did I sleep with?Then the memories returned to me like a freight train. The dinner. The after-party I was forced to attend. The dares and jokes. And then having sex with Emma.Oh god. I had sex with Emma.How the fuck did I manage to have sex with Emma of all people?I ran my hands through my face, trying to calm down my headache. I looked down at myself, trying to stop the thoughts, but I couldn’t help remembering how good it felt. How good she felt around me.The m

Ethan POV “Wait, wait, wait.” I put my hand in front of me to create a bit more space between us. She stepped back a little. What the hell was she talking about? Taste me? “Emma, are you drunk?” I asked. She didn’t seem drunk, so why the fuck was she acting like this? “I’m not, Ethan. Didn’t drink anything tonight.” She moved in again, closer this time, trying to mold herself against me. “I just want you. I want to taste you.” She bit her lip while staring at me. I felt lost by her words. I really didn’t understand what she found attractive about me. I was ugly, fat, and unattractive to the eye. I stepped to the side, trying to dodge her. I knew this was too good to be true. She was probably pulling a prank on me. “Emma, it’s late. I have to go home. You seem a bit buzzed. Why don’t you just stay here?” I started, not looking up from where I stood. It was silent before I heard the locks turn again into place. I raised my head and saw her taking out the keys. She threw them under

Ethan POV I sat quietly in my own little corner, observing the party as it went on. Tonight was supposed to celebrate the company’s successful quarter. The higher-ups had dragged the entire staff to this fancy dinner. We ate, laughed a bit, and then it moved to a different venue when the night went on. I was dragged (forcefully) to a club — more like a private room where everyone was getting drunk and trying to lighten the mood. I just sat there nursing my non-alcoholic drink, trying to stay invisible. I wasn’t the most spoken to. Mostly because of my size and how I looked. I tried to fit in, but I was either pushed aside or made the butt of the joke. “Come on Ethan, it’s just our department members going,” someone tried to persuade me. “Ethan, you would probably meet a girl who would let you fuck her,” they all laughed at that. “You wish,” another chimed in, pushing me into the back of a car against my will, dragging me into the club. This was how it always was. I was

We kissed for what felt like hours, our lips woven together, intertwined so tightly it was like neither of us wanted to let the other pull away even for a second. His hands were everywhere in my hair, on my face, sliding down my back, gripping my waist like he was trying to map out every inch of me he’d been missing since that night.“God, I need to take a shit,” I heard somebody say from the stairs, followed by heavy footsteps coming closer.I pulled back immediately, heart pounding. “Somebody’s coming,” I whispered to Liam, panic clear in my voice.He was silent for a few seconds, listening. “Sounds like Uncle Joe,” he sighed. Without wasting another moment, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a bedroom, locking the door behind us. From the sports posters and jerseys on the walls, I guessed this was his room. “Now… where were we?” he said, immediately pressing his lips to my neck, biting and sucking hard enough to make me weak in the knees.I was too lost in the feeling to even c

I knelt down on the damp gravel, the small stones biting into my knees. Earlier during my stay at the manor, I had asked Madame Vivienne to clean up the old headstones behind the house. Now, the moss and grime were gone, leaving the names more clearer. I reached out, my fingers gently tracing the letters etched into the stone that belonged to Serene. Sitting here in the graveyard, I couldn't help but reminisce about the past two years. So much had changed. The world we lived in today looked different from the one I had been dragged into. "Hey," I whispered, biting back the surge of emotion that tightened my throat as I stared at the marker. "How are you? I know, that's a dumb question. You're dead, so you can't exactly feel anything." A chuckle escaped my lips, echoing softly in the open air. "I'm sure you're already familiar with everything that's been going on," I continued, leaning closer to the stone. "Lucien... Lucien and I finally did what you always wanted. We broke the cy

I opened my eyes for the second time, but instead of the white void or the pitch black from its scattered pieces, I was met with the ceiling of what looked like a house.My mind was still swirling from what happened a few moments ago. Serena was gone.The thought made me sad. I was still half expecting her to chastise me for thinking something so absurd about her, but it seems that this was the reality of everything now.A few stray tears leaked from my eyes and slid into my hair.“Being sad about it wouldn’t bring her back,” I said, wiping my eyes. I looked down and saw I was in cotton pajamas.Where am I? That was the only thing that rang in my head. I stood up, dragging the bedsheets aside, and slipped out of bed to see where I was.As I walked out of the room, I couldn’t help but remember the last thing that happened before I fell unconscious. Finding Mom, the talk we had, Hugo, and then the ambush. The ambush.I didn’t know what came over me, but I started to run. Catching Mom’s

I woke up to a white, stark light. It was blinding that I had to snap my eyes closed again instantly to prevent myself from going blind. The glare burned straight through my eyelids, making my head throb It took me a long moment to realize where I even was. I tried to move my arms, but my body felt heavy, like I was buried under sand. I just groaned out loud from how tired I was, my voice sounding flat in the empty space. “You are finally awake,” I heard a voice say. It was the unmistakable voice of Serena. It sounded right next to me, close by. I forced my eyes open against the glare, turning my head to where the sound came from. I saw her sitting right beside me on the white floor. She was looking down at me and smiling. Smiling? The sight shook me. I stood up abruptly, scrambling backward to get some distance between us. My chest was heaving. Why the f*ck was she smiling at me? “Calm down,” she said. She moved toward me smoothly, reaching out and pressing her palm flat against

“My apologies, Your Majesty. I should probably bow,” he said with a mocking tone before proceeding to bow toward Lucien in a mock gesture.He rose back up to his feet and casually straightened his tailored attire. From the crisp lines and quality of his outfit, it was obvious he wasn’t just some lowly man working at the facility. He looked like someone important. Someone wealthy.“What do you want, Hugo?” Lucien growled, his body shifting into a defensive stance.Wait. Hugo? That was my cousin. Now that I was looking at him directly, I could see he shared similar features with my mother when she was younger. There was a slight, undeniable family resemblance in the cut of his nose and the set of his eyes.“Oh, nothing, Your Majesty. I was simply informed of my dear aunt having a visitor, and I wanted to come down and see exactly who they were,” he explained smoothly. I watched as his cold eyes flicked away from Lucien and moved directly toward me.

"Aurelien?” she asked, her voice dropping as she was trying to make sense of the words she had just heard. “Like Eugene Aurelien?” She questioned him directly, her eyes wide as she tried to clarify if she had heard the name correctly. Lucien gave her a firm nod at her words. “Yes, ma'am—” Before Lucien could even finish speaking, my mother moved with a sudden speed. She was right in front of me, throwing her small frame forward to block his view of me. “You demon!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. The sheer volume of her voice startled us both, echoing loudly off the bare walls of the room. “You came here to kill my daughter just like you had done to my husband! All of you from that family are demons!” ‘Very true. Couldn't have said it better myself,’ Serene hummed in agreement. “Ma'am, you are misunderstanding—” Lucien tried to explain again, keeping his

“Mom,” I repeated again, my voice trembling in the quiet, sterile room. I saw her entire body tense up at the sound. Slowly, she started to turn around to face me. She looked just the same as the picture Lucien had shown me in the car, only a bit older now, with faint wrinkles tracing the corners of her eyes and mouth. I watched her face circle through multiple emotions in a matter of seconds—confusion, disbelief, and shock—before finally settling into a profound sadness. “Angelica,” she whispered. The name came out so softly it was barely a breath. “Angelica, my baby.” She walked toward me on unsteady feet, her eyes instantly glossing over with tears. She reached out, her hands trembling as her fingers brushed against my face, tracing my features as if she were trying to see if I was real or just a ghost. Before I could say anything, she leaned in and pulled me into a tight hug.

Autumn was still pissed. She was mostly annoyed by the incident with Eric the night before. Seeing him there had stirred a few emotions in her — mostly anger.She couldn’t fully explain why she felt that anger, but if she had to pinpoint it, it would be his audacity. The audacity to demand to know her whereabouts and who she associated with.She wasn’t a child who could be controlled or told what to do. She was a grown woman.*What’s his problem?* she thought, letting out a tsk in annoyance. *Was it jealousy?* She entertained the thought for a moment before shaking her head at it.“He’s not really a man who likes his possessions being taken away from him,” she muttered with a sigh. He had never truly considered her his partner — just a possession.The thought brought a frown to her face. How foolish she had been to believe he would actually love her.She still felt hurt when she looked back at their relationship. It was something that was never meant to be. There were too many feeling

“What’s the plan for tomorrow? Are you going out?” he asked as he parked in front of her building.“Yeah, I am. But I won’t be using your chauffeur services,” she retorted, which only made him snort.“Whatever. I won’t be around anyway. I’m going to visit my mom.” He let out a sigh. “I already suspect it’s another attempt at matching me with one of her high-society friends.” He shuddered at the end of his own words, the possibility clearly terrifying him. Autumn barked out a laugh at his reaction.“Why don’t you let mommy set you up with a nice lady from your social circle?” she teased, checking to make sure all her belongings were in order.“Because I don’t like them. They feel so superficial. So boring. Every single conversation you have with any of them always stumbles back to how wealthy you are, your family’s network, etc.” He let out an exasperated sigh and stared straight at Autumn. “I just want someone who understands me, someone I love and who loves me back… not just because

“This is ridiculous,” Ezra’s voice rang out, fuming from the other end of the phone, carrying that all-too-familiar scolding tone.“It’s not,” Autumn replied as she walked into the café. She adjusted her cap and face mask, concealing her appearance.“It’s one thing to want to work with him, but to outright commit espionage,” he scolded her.“This is not my first rodeo,” she answered.He gasped in shock before hurriedly speaking. “Wait—you’ve done this before?”She took the seat in the furthest corner of the room, making sure she didn’t look too noticeable while still staying somewhat comfortable. Dropping her backpack, she pulled out her laptop, logged in, and began accessing the secure portal.Her hands flew across the keys as she typed, using a general access code.“Now, Autumn, have you entered the system using the Ministry-Nexus database?” Gusty’s voice replaced Ezra’s on the line.“Yes, I have entered,” she replied.“I’m going to share a secondary link with you. That will give me

Eric sat in his downtown office overlooking the city centre.He should have been knee-deep in work, but he couldn’t seem to concentrate. His mind kept replaying multiple scenes like a broken record, tormenting him. The more images that surfaced, the more uneasy he felt.*Why am I worried about her?* he frowned, looking up at the ceiling. He rubbed a palm across his face. An emotion he still couldn’t decipher plagued him — something he felt and recognised, yet found hard to pinpoint. He knew it wasn’t anger, but his pride refused to acknowledge it, which only irritated him further the more he thought about it.“She is just my ex-wife. I can have multiple women begging on their knees for scraps of my attention, so why am I bothered by the thought of my ex?” His hand moved to massage his forehead, fighting off an approaching headache.“The way she looked at me…” he mused to himself, recalling both times Autumn had looked at him. “Indifferently,” he spoke out loud.That was how she had lo

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Ezra’s voice echoed from the living room.“What is?” Autumn asked, already suspecting what he was talking about.“You working in the same building as that psychopath.” He frowned, his foot tapping annoyingly on the rug.“You speak like I like it,” she said, stepping out of the room with her makeup done. “I’m only doing it because there’s no other choice.”Ezra remained speechless, staring at her as she adjusted her hair. His mouth dry as the tapping stopped, his heart beating wildly in his chest trying to stop the pulsing of his heart beat. “Do I look okay?” she asked, finally acknowledging his silence.“Y-yes… you…” He stuttered, then cleared his throat desperately to hide his flustered expression. “Yes, you look… okay.” He added the last word even though he had wanted to use a much stronger one.“Thanks.” She smiled graciously at him. She led the way as they stepped outside and walked to the car.“I still think you’re being reckless,” he commente

The tall, terrifying structure of the ministry building stood in all its glory. Autumn stood in awe, taking in the moment. *I can’t believe it,* she thought to herself in disbelief. The reality of starting her first day in this new role still felt unreal. Walking inside, she paused to look at the array of employees moving around, each busy with their own tasks. “This is really real,” she whispered in disbelief. There was no way to fully explain the feeling. She approached the receptionist’s desk. “Hi, I’m here regarding my appointment with the director,” she said, giving the man’s name. The receptionist typed in the information. “Name?” she asked. Autumn gave her own name, and the woman continued typing. Once everything was confirmed, the receptionist instructed Autumn on where to go to meet the director. Nodding and thanking her, Autumn took the elevator up to the floor where the director’s office was located. Just as the secretary had said, it was at the end of the hallway. S