Romans & histoires Miraculous Scarlet Lady Au

Not because I didn’t know what to say, but because behind her, standing half in the shadow of the hall, was Scarlet. She was quiet. Watching. Listening. Aurora hadn’t seen her yet. She was too busy letting her anger speak. “What am I to you then?” she pushed. “Just somebody you crawl into when you’re bored? When you’re broken?” I took a breath. She is my mistress. And that is what she will ever be. She blinked multiple times. Waiting for me to say something. But before she could speak, she turned around and finally noticed Scarlet. The moment hung there, heavy.

Luca raised an eyebrow. “Was this your first time?” “I… no,” said Luca, placing the last of his armor onto his body. “Okay,” said Scarlett, as she went into the washroom. The man was a terrible liar. ∞∞∞ Scarlett had fun trying all the oils and creams next to the tub, even if she didn't know what they did. One became soap, and another was just a cream that smelled really good, so she applied that to her hair. She had never smelled like flowers before.

With just one kick she went thirty feet, and caught up to Vivian underwater. Scarlet grabbed Vivian around the waist, and in the same motion, she used her powers to leap up out of the water, against the current, up into the air. She bounded out of the river and flew with Vivian, a good fifty feet, landing with her on the sandy shore of Bannerman’s, and setting her down safely. Vivian stood there beside her, shaking, teeth chattering, staring at Scarlett, eyes wide in terror. All of her friends crowded around Vivian, hugging her, getting her warm, and none bothered to try to help Scarlet.

I’d always assumed it was some edgy fashion statement, but now… I squinted. Something glinted under it—just for a second. A thin line, right by his ear. A faint trace… of what? A scar? A wire? I didn’t know. But I knew one thing. That man was hiding something. **** Later That Night. The mansion was quiet. Vivian sat in front of her mirror, brushing out her hair in a silky, white nightdress. She looked like something out of a dream—flawless, elegant, and completely pissed off.

One moment, I was laughing with my friends at the Moonlight festival, surrounded by silver light and classical music. And the next, I was screaming. My skin was burning and the scent of my own flesh filled the air, twisting my stomach so hard I threw up. Alara grinned widely as she held the pitcher that once contained boiling water. “You thought you have it all but now, you don't! You're nothing, Violeta!” And she was right. The first time I looked into the mirror, I vomited. My once-perfect face was covered in scars. My once-perfect face was now twisted and ruined beyond recognition.

My voice is wary when I ask, “Are you a ghost? or am I having a hallucination?” The lady shakes her head, the action is undeniably perky as she responds, “I’m not a ghost per se, and no this isn’t a hallucination. I’ve been permitted to do this by the necessary forces.” “Which are?” She scoffs and shakes her head, “Not for you to know. I’m here to ask you questions, Scarlett. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance every bearer of Selene’s decree gets, so my first question is, how are you?”

I’m sure I have seen the vehicle before lingering near my work, but I can’t be sure as black cars with tinted windows are standard around here. I arrived at Scarlett’s and took a few breaths before knocking. The front door opened, and the beautiful red-headed Scarlett was just looking out at me, walking towards the door. She smiled at me, then I saw the colour drain from her face, so I turned to look behind me, and there was the black car that was driving up my arse earlier. As I looked at it, it sped away. Why was it here, and why did Scarlett look miffed when she saw it? “Hi,” I said, trying to get her attention, “You alright?” I smiled.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

The moonlight flooded through the wide windows, casting her silhouette in soft silver. She pulled out her phone. **Scarlet:** *Are you still awake?* **Peter:** *Barely. Thinking about you.* **Scarlet:** *Then wake up properly. I have something to show you. Come pick me up. Or I’ll drive my new car to yours.* **Peter:** *You got a new car?* **Scarlet:** *I got a new *life.* Just wait till you see it.* ---

the redhead hissed. Scarlett Black. Long time no see. An imperceptible smile played on Aurora’s lips. Aurora tried to walk past her. She didn’t want to be involved in a catfight on her first day in the palace. But Scarlett kept pushing her with hostile forces. “Are you his mate?” Aurora decided to fight back. In words. Scarlett’s face turned red like the color of her hair at the question. She didn’t expect to be talked back by a pathetic hillbilly.