Flandre Scarlet Novels & Stories

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Clarissa stared at him but didn’t say another word. Scarlet’s face was burning red now. “So I’m the villain now? Great. Fine.” She turned to Lorraine and forced out the words. “Sorry.” Clarissa’s lip curled. “That didn’t sound sincere.” Scarlet’s face fell that instant, while her smile widened, enjoying every moment of Scarlet’s mystery.

Scarlet’s hand jerked mid-motion, and instead of landing on me, the entire glass of dark red wine splashed across her own chest. There was a moment of stunned silence. Scarlet froze, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared down at her now-ruined dress. The deep burgundy liquid soaked into the delicate fabric of her gown, spreading rapidly and leaving a dark, ugly stain in its wake. The crowd around us seemed to collectively hold its breath, watching the scene unfold in slow motion.

Her neck was adorned with marquise and teardrop crystal necklace; she carried a silver purse and completed the outfit with silver heels. I looked at my outfit which was a spaghetti strap deep neck,puffy lilac dress that was adored with tiny holographic glitter. Unlike Scar, i had a bright eye shadow and a cherry red lipstick, to go with the bright colour of my dress. I wore a single pendent long crystal necklace; i had a rose gold purse and i completed the outfit with lavender coloured heels. "This is it! We will part ways after this" Scarlet tells me, sadness laced in her voice.

It seemed like this maze would never end, and Scarlet could hardly even see the sky. Finally, Scarlet found a vendor with a huge piece of roasting meat. She could smell it from afar, the smell infiltrating her every pore; she looked down and saw Ruth looking up at it, licking her lips. She stopped before it, gawking. “Buy a piece?” the vendor, a large man with a smock covered in blood, asked. Scarlet wanted a piece more than anything. But as she reached into her pockets, she found no money whatsoever. She reached down and felt her bracelet, and more than anything, she wanted to take it off and sell it to this man, to get a meal.

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.

"Bring that girl to me right now!" Mariam let Parvina's still warm body rest on the floor and picked up Parvina's sword so that she now held two swords, ready to swing at and cut off body parts of anyone who would dare come close enough to her on Aazim's orders. Saadiya, empowered by the rage over the death of her best friend, stood beside Mariam ready to attack, she had just lost one and wasn't about to lose another, she would kill to protect Mariam. Their eyes were bloodshot, both from crying and from anger, they were ready to fight any one who supported the so called Prince Aazim on his bloody quest to the throne. Omar, using the distraction as a window of opportunity, rolled closer to th

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

“I’m here to save you, mademoiselle! Je suis, Amelia, la magnifique!” “What does that mean?” Scarlett frowns. “It means she’s an idiot who speaks in broken French whenever she’s excited,” Sara groans, rolling her eyes. “Je parle beaucoup français!” Amelia claims. Scarlett has no idea what she’s saying but she giggles. The three of them sprint off to play the Three Musketeers. It’s based on a book but the three girls added their own flair. Amelia takes on the role of Athos, Sara, Porthos, and Scarlett is Aramis.

A shapeshifter. Behind this man, suddenly, the water blackened with hundreds of boats, all containing vampires, and then the sky, too, blackened with hundreds more vampires. It looked like an entire vampire army, all waging war, and all heading right for the Isle of Skye. Scarlet couldn’t believe it. It was as if this first person had somehow led the way for an entire vampire army. But Scarlet wasn’t about to run. On the contrary. She wanted vengeance for Polly. So instead of turning around, Scarlet ran forward, right for her attacker. And Ruth ran right beside her.