Flandre Scarlet Novels & Stories

Scarlett knew she had to dig deeper, so she closed her eyes, picturing Gabriel's face, filling her with strength and determination. With a newfound focus, Scarlett soared forward, flames trailing behind her. The guardian met her head-on, wielding a gleaming sword that clashed against Scarlett's ethereal fire. Sparks flew in every direction, lighting up the arena like a starlit sky. Their battle was fierce and relentless, Scarlet's flames meeting the guardian's every strike with precision and speed. She ducked, rolled, and sidestepped, evading their fierce attacks. The rhythmic clash of their weapons echoed a symphony of determination and will.

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

She knew that one way or the other, staring at the sea would bring her hope, hope to keep her fighting through the storms. The both of them were closing distance between each other, but still did not look up. They had a greater worry occupying the whole of their mind. As they passed by each other, the back of their hands brushed against each other. And like they had planned it, they both inhaled the surprisingly sweet fragrance that surrounded whoever just passed by them. They kept their eyes on the ground, and continued walking in opposite directions, both engrossed in their worry. *** “Do you love him?”

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.

Francesco's men faced off with Marshall's men while Scar checked the cars in search of Brinda but she was nowhere to be found — Obviously, she was with Francesco. Scar banged his hands on the car he stood in front of and shouted, “Fuck shit!” His eyes burned with annoyance before he brought out a pistol and went on a hiatus of killing a lot of Francesco's men. After Marshall's men had killed all of Francesco's men, they successfully controlled the drivers and took the tankers containing oil with them.

He reached out to grab me, but the neighbors stepped in and stopped him. Out of options, he pulled out the bracelet, hoping it would stir something inside me. "Lily, I need to give this back to you." I snatched the bracelet and hurled it to the ground, shattering it. "Simon, everything you give me, even your love, feels so cheap." I sneered at his pale, defeated face. "You can be cheap, but I won't let myself be devalued." He whispered in disbelief, "This can't be... You're not my Lily. Give her back to me."

I threw myself at her, tears streaming down my face before she could even speak. "What do you mean? Where's Vincent? Why hasn't he come out yet?" She grabbed my hands, her voice trembling with fear. Wiping my tears, I forced myself to sound pitiful. "Madeline, I tried to pull him out as soon as the fire started. But his first love, Tammy, was still inside. Vincent… he ran back in to save her!"

Her eyes briefly met the young girl next to Jasper, her eyes wide and innocent, then flickering with unease as she watched them. The girl gripped Jasper's arm, her fingers showing no sign of letting go. Gone was the shame of being the other woman she had felt the night before. She clung to him like a delicate flower in need of protection. Elaine saw a ghost of her past self in her. She had been that girl once. As Elaine made to leave, Lucy caught her eye, a taunting smile playing on her lips, and she subtly gestured to her neck. Elaine's gaze followed, taking in the pale, soft skin marred by a patchwork of love bites—the unmistakable signs of passionate affection.

The mansion glittered, the air heavy with expensive perfume and the quiet menace of unseen security. ​Amara emerged from the South Wing, descending the grand staircase on Emiliano's arm. She was breathtaking. She wore a simple, white silk gown—a fabric chosen to emphasize the life she carried and to provide a stark contrast to the jewelry. ​The blood-red ruby necklace was a searing display of wealth and dominance. The heavy, fiery stones lay against her pale skin, a declaration that she was the lifeblood of the Valenti line. Her quiet serenity, combined with the brutal opulence, made her an untouchable figure of power.

[SCARLET] At the Franzel mansion, Scarlet was pissed. She had been expecting her mother to help her with Alfred but it had gone wrong in so many ways. She knew there was nothing she could do to make it happen, so she had to find a way. She hoped to strike a deal with Sandra and get the money, after all, Sandra wasn't the rightful luna of the Marshall pack. "What if I call Sandra?” Scarlet asked herself just before her phone chimed up and a text showed. She was reluctant to open it given the time of day, but she knew she didn’t have any option left.