Novel & Cerita A Study In Scarlet Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

“I want to strip her naked but not in front of other males because she is mine.” And Scott’s nose flared like a beast. He almost lost his control, but then his eyes moved to me and he let out a sharp breath. “Get the fucking out before I break your fucking neck.” “Well, try it if you want.” Conan retorted with amusement. “Don’t forget who has more connections than anyone fucking else, Mr. Arthur. Mess me, I’ll let you see my true color. You’ll be begging for mercy if you enter this fucking house without my fucking permission.”

After washing herself up she left the bedroom amidst her growling stomach and ventured around looking for his study room, thankfully it wasn't difficult to locate it and she was able to do that within a short period of time. As soon as she walked in her eyes caught his, he stared back at her with a piercing gaze that made her very uneasy. "Take a sit." He snapped coldly, Crimson rolled her eyes and sat opposite him. "Why did you call me in here?" She asked as she stared at him wanting answers. Kevin didn't reply her, he however nudge a neat document towards her and told her to take a look. Crimson opened the file and stared at it in shock as if she was dreaming or something.

Ariel asked. " None of your business" scarlet said and made to leave. " Hold on" Ariel said, causing scarlet to halt. She scanned scarlet with her eyes to make sure she was decently dressed. She gave her the ' you can go look' when she saw scarlet was clad in a coat. Scarlet sighed and left. In a night club, Scarlet is seen sitting by the bar stand, waiting for a hook up. She sips her wine and drops the glass on the table in front of her. She took off her coat, revealing her wonderfully created cleavage.

He managed a smile as he gasped for breath, not making a move to struggle. He was going to join Rosalie. *** The year 2019_ present day ‘Do you believe in reincarnation?’ It read. Scarlett smiled, staring at the magazine laying on the backseat of her taxi. Of course, she did. She was the living, breathing evidence. The annoying sound of the driver's droning continued. He'd been trying to make conversation throughout the journey, and Scarlett wasn't interested. But he insisted on making her journey uncomfortable. He kept on talking about his wife, telling her about how he'd slept with his wife's best friend because his wife let herself go.

“Stacey, we need to go.” “Are you kidding?” she whispered, clutching my arm. “I need a moment to process what just happened. He was even hotter than I imagined, and that woman with him? Who is she, Tarini? And why do you get all the luck? First, you’re on a date with Mr Dr Good-on-Paper Aryan, and then Professor Valerian himself swoops in to save you?” Well her madness is the result of the woman with Valerian. “It’s not luck,” I muttered, trying to brush off her questions. “And he’s just…our professor. I need that recommendation, Stacey. This isn’t a romantic comedy.”

“When are you finally giving that cookie to a boy? Is it going to be before college, or, let me guess, you’re saving the prize for the really big guys in graduate school? Maybe I should find you some big dick guy tonight at the club.” Scarlet shrugged in response and then said, “Well, not really; I guess when I get to meet someone who deserves it.” She stopped, and then, resignedly, she added: “I don’t know, girl; I’m just trying to be careful so I don’t run into another Drew Martins.” “Oh my God, Drew.” Lily’s face lit up, a half-mocking grin tapering her lips. “You have one hell of a memory. Well, I guess he was kind of young at the time.” She added to his defense.

"They're in love. And love is the most predictable variable in the world." ​Arthur looked at Scarlett. "Julian tells me you were engaged to him once, Scarlett. A professional engagement, of course. A con. Tell me, is this also a con? Or have you finally found a mark you're willing to die for?" ​"He's not a mark," Scarlett said, her voice like ice. "He's the man who's going to watch you lose everything."

suddenly the door was slammed open and then a red-headed man walked into scar's chambers with an envelope in his hand. " Did you get what I asked you?" Asked scar as he continued to sip from his glass of whiskey which was neatly placed in front of him. " Yes I did, " said the red-haired man as he handed over a brown envelope to scar. Scar, quickly opened it to see what was inside, but he was shocked when he saw a picture" You didn't tell me you were also checking out a beautiful girl from your human world" said scar as he continued to stare at the photo in from of him, for some reason, he found himself lost in the picture, he couldn't take his eyes of a young girl in that photo, but then th

he asks, his voice steady and respectful. I take a moment to gather my thoughts before explaining the situation. "Scarlett had a dream that she was attacked by an unknown assailant," I begin, my voice laced with concern. "She mentioned that the perpetrator had a tattoo on their wrist. I need to know if you've encountered anyone who bears such a mark."

"Excuse me, Mom, I need to use the restroom," Her mother-in-law beamed at her. "Be back soon, we'll be leaving for the auction hall soon. Meet us there if you can't find us here," Scarlet nodded and smiled at the people before leaving, disappearing around the hall as she asked the servers for the restroom, Scarlet sighed relief as she found it, after walking further and further away from the main hall. She pushed the doors and made her way inside, finding it empty. She went over to the toilet and did her business before stepping out but halted for a second as she found a man pinning a feminine male figure in a serving outfit on the wall while kissing down his neck.