Scarlet Addiction Novels & Stories

Jared said Lilith, the woman he used to run to when things went down. She was his comfort and she was always ready to solve his sexual needs. He and Lilith never had an official relationship but she was definitely his sex partner. What Jared found amusing was that she never complained about his womanizing even though they were having unprotected sex. Well, Jared was always having unprotected sex with anybody. As the alpha of crimson pack, he got whatever he wanted. Being the alpha of one of the strongest pack and the leader of the most peaceful and prosperous valley, it came with some benefits. Every girl wanted to be with him, not only because he was extremely wealthy, but because he was eq

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

Nikki said, long after Scarlet closed the door. Nikki's mind drifted to the previous witch that pretended to be Horatio's mate, thinking that Brandy was acting the same way, just said mate once, and that was it. She even avoided Horatio like he was the plague. **** Scarlet walked into the gym, her bare feet making soft slaps against the ground. She stopped right in the center of the basketball court, then turned her attention to her 'students.' "Ok pes—kiddies, today I'm going to teach you how to heal and extend someone's life force. And also bring an inanimate object to life." Scarlet looked all serious. "Let's get started." She clapped her hands, then rubbed them together.

I had no idea what he was saying but I know it is not something nice. This man is truly heartless, now I understand why he has no wife or kids because he would make them suffer for every single thing they do. Minute after minute my body grew weak and the hot scorching sun triggered my sweat glands. My body was drenched in sweat and heat, my head pounding profusely as I struggled to maintain a stamina with the heavy plant over my head. If my mother had stopped her gambling years ago I would have never been in such a mess, I am here suffering the torments of this madman because of her stubbornness and addiction.

She filled up the syringe, tapping it twice with her index finger. “Scarlet, I know you don't like me. But I swear I didn't have intentions of being your enemy. Heck it was fate that brought me to your cabin the other night. I didn't do any of that purposely. But I know Scarlet, this isn't you. You aren't selfish. I know you can be ambitious, but somewhere deep down, you still have a heart. Please. Cyrus wants to kill everyone who stands in his way. That includes Xavier. You are helping him achieve that. How is it going to get you the perosn you want?” The more time I can buy, the better for me. I know there was a slim chance of her actually thinking about what I was saying. But I had to do

“You succeeded in stripping her of every ounce of dignity she had left. You humiliated her in front of everyone. Was that enough for you, Tasha? Did it satisfy you to break her like that?” Maxwell took over, his words filled with a rage that matched my own. “And for the record,” he spat, “Scarlett was untouched when she came to us. If there’s anyone here who’s tainted, it’s us—not her. So don’t you dare sit there and blame her for the lack of magic in the North. Lies and deceit—your lies and deceit—have plagued this region long enough. We won’t allow it to continue!”

Marcus called at seven in the morning, which meant he'd found something or had an idea he thought was worth waking me up for. "I've got Michael's statement," he said without preamble. "It's perfect. Detailed, specific, paints a picture of Scarlet as someone who's been emotionally unstable since college." "Read it to me." He did, and I had to admit Michael had come through better than I'd expected. The statement talked about Scarlet's nightmares about her parents, her withdrawal after the arranged marriage was announced, her moments of what Michael called "dissociative episodes" where she'd shut down completely and not speak for days. He described her talking about running away, about disappe

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 7: Daddy’s Business Partner** **Chapter 5** Scarlett had stopped pretending this was revenge. She was addicted. Victor’s cock had ruined her for anyone else. The way he stretched her, the filthy sounds he forced out of her body, the way he claimed her like he owned every inch of her soul — she craved it constantly. And Victor knew it. --- The final breaking point came on a stormy Friday night.

he chuckled,”You’re a good asset to my gang. “What’s the last part of my training?” I asked, remembering the conversation from earlier. “You have to get a tattoo,” he stated. “A tattoo?” I gaped, “Why?” “It’s the trademark,” he smiled,”It’s kind of like a brand. Everyone in my gang has the tattoo.” “What’s the tattoo of?” I wondered. “A Devil's,” he smiled, “Or serpents.” “Why a Devil?” I questioned. “My gang name is The Devil's Brotherhood,” he smirked. I chuckled, and looked at him.

Scarlet grinned, repeating Rubby's point, but since she turned her back to Rubby, she didn't know that Rubby was behind her, and discreetly poured a little parcel of white powder into her drink. Scarlet turned, got the drink and emptied it into her mouth. In the wake of drinking two jugs, scarlet started to feel somewhat dazed. She scoured her head and said somewhat. "Rubby,I am drunk." "Drunk? Absolutely not! Scarlet pushed and pushed, turned around and rested on the rear of the seat. "No, I'm truly drunk. " She don't have any idea why, however she generally felt that something was off-base. She shook her head, most likely on the grounds that she wasn't drinking for a really long time or ma