Novel & Cerita Remilia Scarlet Figure

It was a female figure by her obvious curves and her black-red hair that flowed behind her. " It is never over." Her hazel eyes shone, anger and hate in them. A beautiful dark birthmark on the top of her mouth outlined her beautiful but dangerous looking face. SCARLET MOON PACK. Khasim, the beta watched as the Alpha kept smiling from ear to ear as he finally got to open the parcel sent to him by Luna Estelle since these days. He threw a look towards the Gamma who gave a huge, long breath of exasperation as his own job was to be alert incase Laila suddenly burst in at any moment and saw what her fiance was doing.

He never took his eyes off her. "Now you remember, Scaredy Scarlett!" Romero teased as his eyes turned into slits from smiling too much. His innocent little doll was back… Just this time, she was ravishing. Romero took off to the train station earlier than expected after hearing about Scarlett's return. He was quite annoyed that someone had dared to wake him up from his nap, until he heard it was her. The little doll he dreamed of for years. But of course he was Lovato's most trusted hitsman, so he had good information of Scarlett's whereabouts; otherwise Romero wouldn't be there just yet.

I asked. "The guy who's married to the leader of Iron Serpent? Yes, I know him." She shuddered. Kiema turned to face her. A look of horror dawned in her light gray eyes. "How old are you, Scarlet?" Scarlet leaned back in her chair. "T-twenty-two." She looked like she was about to race from the room. "Is that your natural hair color?" Kiema asked softly. Everyone else leaned in to hear their quiet conversation.

“The colour of possession. My control is compromised. I require intervention.” Suman smiled, her eyes dark with triumph. “Later. I have one final test of fealty.” She removed the scarlet lace with a fluid, dismissive movement, allowing the delicate fabric to drop to the floor. She then pulled out a piece of visual theatre he hadn’t expected: a complex harness of midnight black leather and fine mesh, designed to accentuate the strong, commanding lines of her body—an aesthetic that demanded submission not from the wearer, but from the observer. It was the uniform of pure, architectural power.

52 cm scar from the eyes of this world. Putting on a blusher and contouring her features,were like a child's play for her. "Let the shoot begin"

Ara asked obviously searching for an associate. "Everyone loves happy endings" she replied, obviously uncomfortable with different shades of gray eyes, staring at her. "Do you believe in happily ever after?" "Well, I believe we make our luck" she replied. "Hmm....ohk" he replied still staring at her, she looked like she was about to melt any moment, from the stares but he couldn't stop staring. "I'll like to retire early, so I can press your gowns for the Belgrave ball" she muttered, as she stood up to leave, she upset the table causing the tea to get spilled on the table.

At the edge of the pit, it was them. A total of nine of the Scarlett family members. From the right, a woman with long red hair and black and white dress was casting a healing spell on Bilgrae. A male elf in full black armour with a star shaped bang of three red points and two white points and his black hair was split in the middle. A demon with dark violet hair and a pair of horns at the side of her head and wore a jet black skin tight suit which exposed certain parts, Crymillia. In the middle, it was a man with short bright red hair wearing a black and gold robe. Then, a man with black hair in a red and black suit. Another demon with about the same features as Crymillia except that his hai

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.

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

Since neither of them had met Scarlet before, they could only detect her strong and dangerous aura and their security alerts immediately went off. “Take me there,” Gift told her aide who nodded but remained hesitant. Scarlet was immediately recognized by ruby Yu because of the eyepatch and the way she bounced on her feet, shuffling her weight in between left and right, however, there was no way for anyone else to fully identify her because of the nose mask she was wearing that covered half her face It covered half of her face and they could barely tell if she was actually a male or female if not for her physique. Beauty's mom and Ava Rose immediately day down as well.