A Study In Scarlet Women Novels & Stories

Her voice went across the room, and the other women looked at her with envy. "Lady Scarlet, I envy you," one of the girls said. "I wish that I had a man like the Alpha in my bed too." The room filled with quiet laughter. "Oh, come now," Scarlet said. "The Alpha does not sleep with just anyone. He loves me, and that is why." The girls laughed. Everyone knew Scarlet's reputation, and she would go to any bed if it helped her. But despite her ways, they still envied her. She was the only one who said that she could please the Alpha.

The alert feeling of something being catalogued, registered, placed into a category that did not yet have a name but was forming one. Old pack blood, Dagger had said. Not Dark Eclipse and not any northern territory she knew. "You are not Dominic," the woman said. Her voice was even, unhurried, carrying no hostility. "No," I replied. "I am Scarlett. Who are you?" She looked at me for a moment.

What kind of man could inhumanely censure such innumerable young lady away? While scarlet was intrigued, her heart ended up being progressively restless. She looked at the arrangement draft in her grip and kept breathing significantly to support herself. Exactly when it was her turne, Sarclet headed inside. There was a roar from inside, which shocked her. "Get out! What are these things? Can this be called a design draft?" Scarlet swallowed hard. wouldn't it be so scary? "Next!" Scarlet took a full breath, pushed the doorway and walked in.

he laughed. He kept laughing thinking thinking I would join him but stopped immediately he noticed he was the only laughing so loud. “I got the scar from a woman, My Luna,” he concluded. “A woman. She fought with you or what?” He smiled. “I wish she fought with me but that wasn't the case.” “I slept with her and It was a wild one. I enjoyed her so much. She does me real good. She is an iron lady, with beautiful light skinned body, always ready to feed me day and night with everything I desire,” he said, licking his lips.

“Miss. Lozenge, now could you please get up let us know what we were studying just now?” The irritated sound of the English professor buzzed in Scarlet’s ears bringing her back to the class, while everyone’s heads whipped in her direction watching her get up slowly like she was sick.

she continued in a loud voice, the lady scoffed and stood up from her seat while Reid smirked in leisure. She crossed her hands over her chest, looking aggravated and sheepish, Scarlet instantly recognized the witch who was eye-fucking her mate earlier at the main hall, her eyes darkened as she finally stood in front of her. "Who do you think you are?" She scoffed. Scarlet poked her inner cheek, fighting the demons shouting in her head to give her a beating that would last for a lifetime. "That's your business, now step away from my mate before I make you regret your entire existence!" she dismissively waved her hand while on her face was a sweet smile that screamed fake while she fluttered

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

So this was how it ended. She stood slowly, gathering her things, when a shadow fell across her path. Liora blocked her way like a fucking wall. Liora’s eyes were sharp. “What’s your aim here, you widow?” Liora snapped. “Coming back here like you own the fucking place?” Scarlet didn’t flinch. She calmly packed her notes into her small, elegant bag, then looked up with a smile so sweet it could poison kings. “Do you really think I’d drop my degree because of you?” Scarlet asked coolly. “I need that fucking certificate, bitch.”

At this moment, Scarlet resented the fact that her charm was only effective on men. If her charm had the same effect on a woman, Scarlet did not have to worry about this woman’s objections. Kimberly was just an ordinary and weak practitioner who could hardly withstand her attack. If this trick worked on women, Kimberly would be more subservient than Figo. Scarlet could only play the humble act and hope to reduce Kimberly’s hostility. As an employee of Bijou Parlor, Scarlet was a diplomatic person. Kimberly felt much better at Scarlet’s humble attitude. Since Scarlet was willing to lower her stance, Kimberly could consider this matter.