Flandre Scarlet Novels & Stories

But she wondered if the attackers had come to kill her as they did to the others because she doubted Sandro and his men were strong enough to hold them off. Francis had described the attackers as a formidable enemy. Covering her face, she trembled as the footstep got closer. "Please," she whispered. Then cleared her throat as she could barely hear herself. "Please, don't hurt me." "So, you are the Delicate Rose from the Rosette dynasty?" Arabella's head snapped up and her blue eyes collided with Sandro's sea-green orbs. He narrowed them at her, and he snarled. She glimpsed two canines, which looked more like fangs before they disappeared again.

A document similar to a curriculum vitae was attached to the top of that file. Name- DARKSTAR Zayn Redfield I did not have any idea of what I was seeing. I went through the rest of the pages. These are Zayn's documents. But what does it mean by a DARKSTAR? What is BLACKMATRIX? Why are Zayn's documents here? Why am I here? With thousands of questions my head was about to burst. I had no strength and my legs were weak.So I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My head was spinning so badly and I couldn't hold on to my strength anymore...

That man was the scarred dragon prince. -- When Thorn returned to his castle, the sky was dyed a bright red and orange hue. He found Leila looking out off the terrace, gazing at the the white, foamy waves and the purple flower petals quivering in the soft ocean breeze. “You like the flowers?” Thorn asked airily. Leila turned and saw the handsome prince leaning against the door. A veiled pink color appeared on her cheeks. With a gentle nod, she replied, “They’re gorgeous. I’ve never seen so many lilacs blooming all at once.”

He said, a dorky smile playing on his lips. "Aww, thank you, baby boy, they are beautiful," I said, kissing his cheek. I stepped aside and let him come in. He handed me the flowers and headed to find a vase for them. They were beautiful, multi-colour tulips. "Do you know you are the first man ever to buy my flowers?" I said as I got them prepared for the vase. "What? Surely not," He said, surprised. "I swear," I giggled. "Not sure if I believe that, Scarlett, surely someone has bought you flowers before?" He smiled.

Is that piece the green dragon with the silver eyes or am I just confused because of all of these emotions rushing through me? I nod to the brothers, signaling to them, I am ready to mark them as mine. I hold up my index finger to my lips. I watch it turn into a metallic shimmering talon. I don't know how long Regina can keep it looking this way without revealing more of her rare coloration, so I kiss it before I start to blow on it. My breath becomes a teal flame as it wraps around my talon. My eyes locked with Cassius first. As he smirked, he opened his dress shirt to reveal his toned bare chest. I leaned up to kiss him as my talon ran down the length of his chest. Our moans filled the nig

“I’ve lost sleep.” Her mouth almost curves, almost. The dress rests on a mannequin behind her, black silk layered over something deeper. Ember red flickers beneath the outer sheen when the light strikes it. Gold embroidery spills down the bodice in intricate sigils, Sariyah’s chosen crest, altered just enough to look reverent. At first glance, it is breathtaking. At second glance, it is a warning.

“You’ve got a smart tongue, rabbit. Shame it won’t save you.” I swallowed, forcing myself not to flinch. “Better a smart tongue than an empty head.” The courtyard went still. And for a moment, nobody moved, then Rowan’s laughter broke the silence, low and cruel. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Or maybe you do, and you just don’t care about living.” He was so close now I could see the faint scar running along his jaw, the heat of his body rolling over me. He smelled like wild earth and smoke; my pulse hammered in my throat.

"He has been alive the entire time. Eleven years in Monaco. Ninety one shells rerouted through his ghost the same year he supposedly died. Every payment that has moved against you in the last two years came out of the same private account in his name." I sat down. I did not sit down because the news had knocked me down. I sat down because I needed my hands on the table to keep from doing something with them, and I had learned, in the last month, that the difference between a woman who survives a war like this and a woman who loses one is entirely in the discipline of her hands. "Damien. What does he actually want." He looked at Nathan. Nathan opened his own folder. "We spent the last hour on

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

Both turned their gazes at Rebecca who was smiling at them. And finally, she shook her head, walking towards them. "I am sorry, Rafaelle. But, this time you lose the bet. Scarlett guessed the closest. It's a kind of lily." "YES! See, I told you!" Scarlett jumped up and down. Proudly looked at Rafaelle who shrugged but with a smile. He was happy just by watching her happiness. "Fine, you won." "Will you tell us more about it?" Scar asked, watching the flower curiously.