Gone With The Wind Scarlett Novels & Stories

My hand slid beneath her hem, my palm pressing against her soft skin as I gently caressed it. Scarlett felt a ticklish shiver and quickly pushed my hand away. “Let’s go first. Stop messing around…” “I’ll let go once you agree.” “Everett, you’re being unreasonable!” “Then let’s both compromise.” “How?” She turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and blinked her beautiful eyes. “Tell me.” “I won’t reveal my identity. In return, from now on, whenever you go out, let me accompany you.”"

She stood before me, and I pinned my gaze to the ground. She gently tilted my head up till I was looking into her eyes. “It's safe.” I responded, knowing that it was an absolute lie. “And if it comes with a defect, I'll gladly choose it over being like this.” Scarlett sighed, and drew back. It was obvious that she had given up. “So, what's the plan to get a witch?” I asked. “Michelle has one.” Scarlett said, taking deep sighs. “So, by the time everything calms down, and I text her, or she texts me with the safeword, I'll ask for the witch.”

All I wanted was to take back the only things that were truly mine. I crouched on the ground, burying my face in my blood-streaked hands. A black luxury car pulled up in front of the house. Vincent stepped out and walked over to me. He reached out and yanked my arm hard, pulling me to my feet. "It hurts, doesn't it? You should've realized this a long time ago. Besides being with me, you can go nowhere. Even your own dad doesn't want you. You have no choice but to come back with me. Take care of Emily like you should, and our wedding will still go on."

After the gathering ended, I stood at the entrance as usual to see my colleagues off while waiting for Taylor Kennedy to pull out from the parking lot. When a car sprayed with bright pink paint stopped in front of me, I was somewhat confused. The window rolled down, revealing Yvonne Carter sitting comfortably in the front passenger seat. She smiled sweetly and said, "Faith, I get carsick in the back. You won't mind, would you?" I looked down as I recalled the time I'd pleaded with Taylor to hang the little charm I'd crocheted by hand in his car.

I then step back and bow to Marcus. "She is all yours your highness, you can do as you please!" I smile again as Scarlett pales and pleas "Please don't! Silas? Wrath? Please don't let him..." She starts to struggle as Marcus approaches her, grabs her hips, stills them, and then makes her wrap her legs around his waist as he thrusts forward hard, entering her. She holds back her scream as he forces her back harder into the bedpost and he continues his hard and fast thrusts. I don't miss the moment Scarlett realises I am not going to help her and allows her defiance to surface, showing that the wolfsbane has now worn off.

"Try to get to her!" "Are you trying to get my brother killed?!" "He did it the first time! For 'some' reason, she acts tame around him! Now go!" "On it!" Shawn sprinted towards the glowing girl surrounded by a swirling vortex of destruction. Tree branches and dead logs were pulled towards her as if a strong magnetic force acted on them, orbiting around like a red planet. Shawn climbed onto each log, trying to avoid being hit. "Scarlett!" The red-eyed Crimson Bride averted her gaze towards Shawn and became stunned. "Please, let Scarlett go!" He reasoned.

Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation. Scarlet wasn’t Arabelle. Once reborn, she took on a new life and identity, her memories erased completely. I was aware of how much effort I needed to get her to fall for me, and I was mistaken that my genuineness would touch her deep inside. Yet, I was so wrong.

Glen instantly rejected the suggestion, “No way. I’m driving. Leave her out of this.” All of a sudden, more than ten guns were pointed at them. Scarlett just smiled and brushed off the snow on her shoulder and said, “Oh, take it easy! We are here just for fun. What are y’all getting so worked up about? No reason to get angry. You are the boss here, right? And you want me to race with you, right? I think you’d better ask your men to put the guns away then. You are scaring me now. How am I gonna participate in this little game if your guys have me at gunpoint the whole time, hmm?”

her eyes scanned Willow’s body very hungrily. “Sometimes I wonder how good you two must taste for the men in my life to ditch me for you girls,” Scarlet didn’t understand that it was her inside that had driven both the men away from her. “Ahhh!” Willow was crying at the pain Scarlet had inflected her with. She did not even feel Scarlet lowering her face onto her bre** and sucking her n***** very tenderly. Scarlet had gone on a sinister route, in her head, this was it! she has to understand what went wrong.

I hadn't known the difference between a friend and a lover—until I met Ray. However, Dad had been firm. He had people force me into my wedding dress and then shoved me into a car with Edward. I texted Ray soon after, asking if he had the guts to steal me away. He gave me a clear answer by hijacking the car I was in when it was halfway to its destination. Edward grasped my hand after I took off my veil and was about to run away with Ray. Back then, he had said, "I wish you happiness, my dear friend."