Beneath A Scarlet Sky Book Novels & Stories

The sky above Jakarta didn't just leak; it collapsed. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a barrage of heavy artillery, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. For Sari, the violence of the weather was a blessing. She stood at the heavy iron servant’s door, her hand hovering over the latch. Rain lashed against the wood, the sound a deafening roar that masked the frantic thudding of her heart. "Now or never," she hissed to herself. "Move, Sari. Move!"

The flames blazed on, intense and untamed, burning bright against the white landscape. I had no idea what else to do, but I kept piling snow onto her, desperate to quench the flames that seemed unstoppable. Finally, after a minute that felt like a lifetime, the fire sputtered out. Scarlett lay there, her body still and vulnerable. Her skin glowed faintly, as if some otherworldly energy had just released her, and after a few heartbeats, she began to stir, slowly coming back to herself.

Her perky tits bounce slightly under her T-shirt, and I need to turn around and stop looking for my own good. “Want to play zombies after breakfast?” Jackson asks Scarlet. “Today’s Scarlet’s day off,” I remind him gently. “She’s here but not really here.” Jackson tips his head. “Huh?” Scarlet laughs. “It’s okay. I don’t really have any plans other than showering and reading a chapter or two from my book.” “Are there zombies in your book?” Jackson’s eyes widen. “Actually, yes.” Scarlet fills her plate and joins us at the table. “It’s a romance set in the zombie apocalypse. It’s really good.”

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

I pity this school. He's with a four men just behind him. One have a blonde hair, obviously hitting with the women around. These women, on the other hand, looks like a worms just sprinkled with salts the way they move. The other man is holding a book and he obviously have his own world. While the one man have a ash gray hair, busy with his phone. He's familiar to me. Like I saw him before. Maybe he's one of my flings before. And the last man, looks like a gangster. I don't want to described him anymore. I'm too lazy now. None of them looks like a good boy.

Scarlett scream in pain as her leg kept burning her as it gets wider Everytime. "Sorry babe! What are we going to do now? " Just take me home, maybe we could use the spell book to search for a cure. "Aurora you can go to class now please and promise not to tell anyone what just happened. Brandon utter as he disappear with Scarlett. *****

Author pov As Scarlett plunged through the chaotic whirlpool of flames and shadows, an overwhelming sensation of weightless dread gripped her stomach. The air was saturated with the acrid odor of brimstone and smoke, and she could feel the intense heat emanating from the chasm's walls as if they were alive. She crashed onto the jagged ground, the impact forcing the breath from her lungs. Gasping for air, she surveyed her environment. The chasm loomed before her, an interminable corridor of fire and darkness.

The cut on my forehead was now a light pink shade, barley a scratch. I need to ask him what herbs those were… I made a mental note. After deciding I was enjoying my dream, I opted to go back to sleep. I tried to stay on a schedule, but I felt like the last 36 hours had allowed me some flexibility. I turned the alarm in my room off before returning to bed. Around noon, I woke to Scarlet shaking me. She mentioned something about Bethany wanting to talk with me. I slid out of the bed pulling my joggers on before following her into the main house. Upon entering I headed straight for the coffee machine.

Somehow, without realizing it, I ended up on the rooftop of one of the hospital buildings. The evening breeze was cool against my skin. The sun was sinking, the sky streaked with orange and gold. My mind was a tangled mess—one moment, I heard Mom's voice telling me to just go and die, the next, I saw Grandma lying unconscious, teetering on the edge of life and death. The world was unbearably unfair. Cruel people always seemed to find happiness, while the kind ones suffered endlessly. "Miss, don't jump! Please, don't jump!"

With my other hand, I shattered a wine glass and pointed the jagged edge toward her panicked face. "Ah! Are you crazy?!" Nova screamed. The entire room descended into chaos. Ryder grabbed my wrist, stopping my next move. The broken glass sliced into my hand. Blood seeped through my fingers, dripping down and staining his hand as well. "Lyra, calm down! It's already broken, and you're bleeding!" I forced down the murderous rage rising inside me and shoved him away. My hands trembling, I gathered the broken pieces of the pendant from the table, trying to fit them back together.