Scarlet Addiction Novels & Stories

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"

They were ruled by a wicked Alpha, someone who reminded him of things he wished he would prefer to leave buried in the past. As time had gone by, they had gotten closer. She had wanted to get intimate but he had refused, having already made up his mind never to sleep with any girl who wasn't his mate. She hadn't been entirely pleased with the idea, but she had decided to wait. And when he had brought up the idea to leave the forest to a pack which he had heard had a benevolent Alpha, she had worked against it, not wanting to let him alone. But his will had won, and she had agreed, but not without giving him her favourite scarf as a reminder that as the days went by, she would still be here w

"The more lives I end, the less I feel excited about mine. And most nights, the screams of my victims coming echoing in my ears. That's how I ended up with insomnia. It's the price I had to pay for what I do," "We all have a price to pay. I don't think it's something you should beat yourself up about," Scar nodded. "I'm not beating myself up. I'm just — fuck—" Ghost sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "—I don't know. It just feels like history repeating itself. Here I am again, with another permission from Don Carianno — two weeks to be with Ciara. It sounds thrilling. But what if I get addicted?" "Like you got addicted to killing?"

“And he’s just…our professor. I need that recommendation, Stacey. This isn’t a romantic comedy.” She sighed dramatically. “But it could be. You’ve got the mysterious, rich professor with a dark past, the impossible odds, and the heart-stopping rescues. Come on, Tarini, admit it—you felt something, didn’t you?” My gaze flicked to Adam. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t felt something, but I wasn’t about to give Stacey the satisfaction. “Let’s just get home,” I said, gently tugging her along. But as we walked away, I couldn’t shake Adam’s last words.

When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you." I stared at the platform that was identical to my previous life, and the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces flooded through my body again. I swallowed nervously in terror. I shouted, "You really are insane!" "I'm not insane! I'm just fighting for my happiness! What did I do wrong?" she yelled hysterically, blaming me as if I were guilty. "God gave us two chances at rebirth. In this life, if you had just stayed loyal to me, Connor would've followed the script and pursued me. Why did you betray me?"

The crowd's eyes darted to Hilary, and then back to Dylan, who looked like he'd been punched in the gut. Dylan tried to interrupt, his voice shaking with desperation. "Scarlett, please, just listen to me—" Scarlett ignored him. She wasn't having it. She cut him off, her voice rising above the murmurs of the crowd. "No, Dylan, I think it's time everyone knew the truth. You're addicted to Hilary, and you were just using me to forget her. Newsflash, Dylan: it didn't work." The room erupted into chaos, with everyone talking at once. Murmurs ensued. Camera lights flickering at everyone's faces.

"She mentioned blue was her color. First night, when she was showing me the photographs." I looked at the pendant. Then at him. "You were listening to her talk about photographs and filing it away for the next morning," I said. "I listen to understand. We established this." "Alex." "It's a small thing." "It's not small." He put it back in his pocket. "I'll mail it. Marcus's assistant knows how to handle international sends." I watched him settle back in the seat. The ease of it. The complete absence of performance in the gesture. He'd bought a woman he'd known for one dinner a gift in her favorite color because he'd been paying attention and it had seemed like the right thing to do.

I gave him the toy I had bought and closed the door of the closet when Marcus broke in. "I'll get the money! Please, just give me one more week!" I begged, thrashing against their tight grip. "I'll work double shifts! Instalments, anything Marcus!" "You don't get it, Scarlett. You don't have a week," Marcus laughed, a repulsive, yellow-toothed grin spreading across his face. "A girl with your face? Your body? You're worth way more than thirty grand on the private market. The southern territories are hosting a masked auction tonight.

“I’ve never met anyone else so perfect for me—inside and outside of the bedroom—and I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna take you any way I can get you, baby girl. Any way at all. Even if that means it’s on your terms.” “You’re crazy,” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek. “You don’t get what my addiction is, do you? You don’t get how I could destroy you, me, and everyone around us. I could hurt us all without batting an eyelid because that’s what my addiction is. It’s just too tempting to fight.” “You’re the biggest addiction I’ve ever been faced with. I’m not going to let you hurt us. Do you see that?” “No, because you don’t know.”

“Come on, I've seen Gracious and I know he's a good kid but the drugs turned him otherwise. I guess your absence left him with no choice,” “Who should we thank for that?” Scarlet growled, Jason tried to touch her hair, she pushed her head towards the window. “It's not my fault, we both got carried away.” “I wanted to get back home to my brother but you'd wanted sex better.” “Are you going to kill me for it? There's nothing you can do sincerely, the deed has been done already. He's a drug addict locked up in there, so let's go in and see him.” “Fuck you Jason.” Scarlet got out of the SUV and slammed the door.