A Study In Scarlet Women 소설 & 이야기

“Inside. You won’t believe what she’s doing.” My blood boiled. Scarlet—entertaining other men. I stormed down the hall, kicking the door open. The scene that greeted me stopped me cold. Scarlet stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by male werewolves, her shirt half-off, her eyes vacant. But it wasn’t a terrified look—it was like she’d just… given up. She wasn’t screaming, wasn’t fighting—just letting them undress her. Is this what she wants? Is this the real Scarlet?

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

I added. "Yes," She said with no emotion to her tone. "I am sorry about that, Scar, but it had to be done," I said. "It had to be done! Are you serious?" Scarlett was getting angry now. "Look, I've apologised; let's just move on, ok!" I said with a stern tone to my voice. OH, I do like it when Scarlett gets all angry. It makes her so sexy. She just sat there looking at me and didn't say a word.

To know whether this elusive woman is the key to the power I crave,or the threat I fear. All this… this whole party… was made for them. Scarlett hovers at my side, a living weapon of charm and deception. Dressed to kill, whispering reminders about donors, alliances, subtle manipulations. I barely hear her. My focus is already on the double doors. “Scarlett,” I say, my voice cutting through her chatter. “Remember. Befriend the wife. It will do us good.” She nods, eyes bright, taking my words seriously. I adjust my collar one more time, the weight of anticipation pressing down.

The real reason definitely was that Laylin didn't want spies to tail her. “Oh, you heard of the Moon's Arrival?" Scarlet was surprised, it hasn't been long since she arrived here. "Please, that is the best festival of the year. I insist you take one of my servants! I have several who are good at combat and you will need that.” Scarlet insisted back, urging her to accept. "...Females who can combat?" Laylin was surprised. That made her think again. Princess Scarlet smiled brightly and nodded, "Yeah, women with such expertise are rare and I have an eye for rare things." She extended her hands in front of her.

Chapter 24: The Devious Women (Part-5) Devious women walked among us, we didn't know who they are or what were they planning behind their lovely smile; we were not so sure the wicked agenda was hidden behind their polite gesture; or what were they plotting behind their goodwill. However, we knew something for sure, these dangerous women always got what they wanted, no matter how hard it takes, even if that means to sacrifice the life of the innocent… *** Early that morning, Stefan Scarlet was sitting on his bed along with his wife, Queen Theresa Scarlet who still lying under her blanket. He was worried about his wife's condition because she refused to eat anything since yesterday and always

"Damn it! Because she is my wife." Scarlet walked into the study with frightened steps. No sooner he saw her entering the room, Ace controlled his anger. Her eyes were terror struck peering up at him. One thing that Ace hates regarding Scarlet is her fearing him. He is never going to even lay a finger on her. Why doesn't she register that in her mind? That bastard Carl has inflicted a lasting effect on her. It is an irreversible damage he had caused in Scarlet's psychology - she fears men. Ace had observed that since day one of their meeting. When will she understand that all men are not like Carl?

There was no warmth, no depth, just a carefully painted face hiding God-knows-what underneath. So this was Juno’s type? Women who were all packaging and no soul? I glanced at Rome and saw the same disgust in his expression that I felt brewing in my gut. Alyssa and Scarlet… they shared a bloodline, but that’s where it ended. Scarlet had the fire of realness. A beauty that didn’t need makeup or designer dresses. Her eyes didn’t just look at you, they stripped you bare. And her voice, that damn voice, could tear you apart or make you melt.

His vision blurred instantly. “What the fuck-” he growled, spinning around, toward the culprit. A woman in a short red dress stood there, face hidden behind a black mask. She didn’t say a word as she stood in a stance, looking like she was ready for any attack. Elian reached for the gun hidden inside his jacket, fingers closing around the grip. But before he could pull it out, the woman kicked his hand hard. The gun flew across the marble floor and skidded under one of the stalls.