A Study In Scarlet Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Novels & Stories

“Relax, sweetheart. If I wanted to set you up, you wouldn’t have made it past the front door.” Aria glared at him, but Scarlet placed a hand on her arm. “Let’s just get this done, okay?” The guy leaned back in his chair, his eyes flicking between the phone and his screens. “So, what’s so important about this old phone, anyway? People usually don’t go digging unless they’ve got something to hide… or find.” Scarlet hesitated, her mind racing. “It’s personal.” He smirked, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “Personal, huh? Don’t worry, darling. I don’t care what skeletons you’ve got in your closet. I’m just here to dig ‘em up. As long as you pay me of course.”

I watched as she grabbed the bottle of whiskey to open it to test for poison, as usual. Tavon actually gave Dylan an apologetic smile. "Please don't mind me, my child, there are too many enemies lurking in the dark now, I have to be careful." Dylan smiled slightly and dismissively waved his hand, "I understand, godfather." We all watched as Scarlet pured a bit of the wine in a flute glass then before we all knew what was happening. Her eyes widened in horror as she gagged and started to crazily beat her chest with her palm.

He replied, smiling at the scene, yet it did not reach his eyes. "Oh, the scene is really disheartening." Scarlet lowered her eyes in sadness before looking up. "Did you find the culprit?" Ivan gave her a side-eye-knowing look. "Surprisingly, I found their corpses instead. Someone got to them before me. Who do you think it might be?" Scarlet covered her smirk behind her handkerchief, "My, my. I'm not aware of such matters so I think I'll hardly be of any use to you, My Lord."

Thus Sherlock sent Carl as a weapon to conquer the heart of Scarlet to get the code rather than blackmail and kill her. Also, killing Scarlet before time or extraction of the code before she attains her legal age was of no use. Her signature will have no significance and all the treasure will get into the hands of law. On the contrary, if he gains the code from her now, he will reign the world like a king.

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

Chapter 27 — The Scarlet Prince’s Gift The candlelight clung to every polished surface, turning the long table into something out of a dream — or a trap. I kept my back straight, my chin at just the right angle, my hands folded neatly in my lap. I had practiced the posture a thousand times. It didn’t stop my fingers from tapping together under the table, a restless little betrayal I hoped no one noticed. I wasn’t really listening to the murmurs of the other courtiers. My eyes kept straying to the tall windows, their panes like dark mirrors, as if something might be watching from the outside.

I liked that plan better. I just need a little feel, that'd be enough for now. I moved my fingers on his slightly hairy thighs, only grazing his skin and enjoying the texture of those small hairs. I withdrew my hand before reaching the leg of his briefs and studied his reaction. Nothing. His eyes remained closed in an almost creepy way. He was too still, maybe he is not as much of a light sleeper as I thought. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and felt the spirit of daringness overtake me. I pinched the helm of the briefs with my finger tips and slightly pulled up, almost giggling to myself as I released it. I then slowly lowered my hand to his bulge, my heart pounding wildly in my che

Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes. ‘Get a hold on yourself, girl!’ Veronica thought when she felt his gaze on her. Yes, all that was still familiar to her, but the lazily sensual way they were studying her, the subtle but very male message she could read in them as Sasha’s gaze flicked over her T-shirt-covered breasts and her slim waist in the plain blue jeans... That was most certainly not familiar to her, at least not from Sasha Neville-Talbot, the man who scared her soul for life. The man that crushed her heart

Let your destiny pave way for you to to unite. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. . Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. I smile at this.... it was Vivian's selflessness.....she always tried to veil her pains...she never told me anything. Fighting her battles alone. But not after this...no more. Remember, Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. So Sophie knew of Vivian's scar....was she talking about the scar on her face.......no it is too small...plus how did Soph knew that night that the wound will scar.