Scarlet Addiction Novels & Stories

There is a line and they crossed it. I got out of the website and shut my computer off. Leaning back in my chair, I just folded my arms and got lost in my own thoughts. Scarlet is the abused sister of Alpha Maverick. She has grown up to be a thief and runs what appears to be a legitimate business. Now she has a target on her back. Alpha Jared wants her dead. Even if it is’t me doing it, someone will do it. Why am I so drawn to her? Maybe it is because I haven’t had her before and at this point, I have had anyone I ever wanted and then some. Maybe I just need to get her out of my system and then this job will be a lot easier. Alpha Maverick can just never know it was me. One thing is for sure

Scarlet, her friend entered the room, looking down as she collected the cigar from her, taking heavy drags from it “What the…hey…what’s wrong” Miss Peggy snapped collecting it back from her… “F**k that bastard….i was duped” Scarlet “Why…I mean how..?” She asked, getting on her feet. Scarlet scoffs “By that crazy bastard that I call a business partner; right now, I’m broke…I don’t know what to do..I need to pay up my sister’s school fees; else she won’t be able to participate in the upcoming exam in her school.” Scarlet cried out, already at the brink of tears. She stood up and walk towards the drinks shelf, picking a 70% alcohol drink as she gulps it down her throat in a rush

But Xavier's response was a mocking laugh, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "Oh, dear cousin, you've yet to fathom the depths to which I can sink," he taunted, his smirk widening into a sinister grin. I prepared to pull the trigger when, suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my neck, a needle injecting its venomous contents into my bloodstream. The room spun, my vision blurred, and a wave of drowsiness washed over me. "What have you done?" I managed to murmur, my voice growing faint as the drug took hold of my senses.

"She already belongs with me. He’s just... clouding her judgment." Scarlet tilted her head, watching me with something close to pity. "And if she still chooses him?” My heart twisted painfully, but I brushed the thought away. "She won’t. She just needs to see what he really is.” Scarlet sighed, reaching for an empty-looking small glass bottle. “This is smoke will strip away illusions and let her see clearly. But be warned, you must not inhale it as well.” She placed the small glass bottle in my palm, “truths are not always what we want them to be."

She opened her mouth, but no words came—only shaky lips, hot breaths, those fucking seductive eyes that stripped me bare. “Say it, brownie,” I taunted, sliding my hand along the side of her breasts, up her throat. I gripped her neck, not rough—just firm—before crashing my mouth onto hers. Her hands flew to my neck, desperate, deepening the kiss with hunger like she hadn’t just fucking made me hard. Scarlette is my drug. And I’m addicted beyond cure. My hands wanted to roam, wanted to claim—but I stopped myself. I promised never to silence her, never to disrespect her voice again. Even if she begged now, it could wait.

"I think your immortality, caused by the spell Scarlet used, affected your blood. Your blood is coated with magical healing abilities, since the rogue was controlled using magic, your blood could counter attack it" Scarlet's spell had made so many changes in me, firstly my midnight black wolf became white like snow, I could not die no matter how hard I tried, making me like an immortal, I could control how and when I choose to heal myself, and now I could even heal wolves with my blood when magic was involved. " Is it a bad or good thing?" I asked, seeing how Cyrus' eyes lit up like he had a plan in mind. " It's actually a good thing and also bad, but it has more advantages than disadvantage

Scar never worked in the business world, but thanks to all the time she spend pestering Sebastian to talk about work so she could get him to talk to her during their marriage, she is familiar about how to handle issues like this more than she knew, “I’ll call Granny and feel out whether she knows about this. If not, then we try our best to keep it from her. As for the matter at hand, we need to figure out what Ava really wants and why he is complying with her so we can stop him from sinking deeper, and about getting him to quit…” That’s something only Sebastian can do, and even if he wants to, Scar is not sure if he could. Quitting drugs is one of the hardest challenges for any human being.

Just a little bit of me will do bad things and wonders to my loved ones. "Don't worry, Gio. Tomorrow we will get married, you are mine and no one can take you away. Scarlet is gone because she left you," he promised me. My head got even hotter because of what he said. It's like I went back in time, the old me. My body is still shaking because of the fear of him. I fought to stop it, but it didn't work. All I need is my Scarlet, she's the only one who can calm me down. I closed my eyes tightly because of what he said. I removed my arm from his grip and just leaned against the car window.

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

Scarlett just nodded readily and turned her away and asked, “So, were all those dates just about sex? Is that what you were in it for?” Once again, Francis fell into her trap. “It’s not very good for your health to have sex too much, you know! You could turn into a sex addict.” Scarlett continued. After that, Francis used one hand to pull her back into his arms. Scarlett trembled slightly and asked, “What do you think you’re doing?” His eyes were sharp and glinted in the night. He looked like a panther. “You know exactly what I’m doing, Scarlett.” He growled.