Novel & Cerita Scarlet Carnations

Scarlett’s POV As the air thickened between us in the heat of our passion, I could feel a strange, powerful warmth building, like a wave about to crash. His kiss deepened, capturing me in a euphoric embrace, the heat rising and my body responding to it completely. My magic began to shimmer around us, encasing us in an aura—yet this time, it wasn’t the familiar green. Instead, it glowed in shades of cyan, an intense, vibrant blue that pulsed with an energy I’d never felt before.

"Oh, you teach?" "Yeah, a few." He walked closer to me with an 'o' expression on his face. "These are for you, beautiful," he lent me the bouquet as he bent down to sit on the chair. My lips formed into a smile as I recognized the Carnations flowers in mixed colors. One of my favorites. It has a lot of meaning aside from being beautiful itself, it means healing and strength. "These are beautiful, thank you, Levi." I said as I sniffed the flowers happily, starring at them like forever. He gave me a smile and nodded his head in agreement.

Scarlet bent down next to Kiara and asked her gently. Kiara pointed at the hibiscus. She said, "This one…" "Okay, then we'll pluck this pink flower." Mrs. Scarlet plucked a pink hibiscus and passed it to Kiara. Kiara smiled widely. At the gate, a black sedan slowly drove inside. Mrs. Scarlet immediately picked Kiara up. She asked with a smile. "Kiara, look. Is that Robert?" When Kiara heard what she said, she immediately placed the flower on her head. She wanted to wear the flower.

I exclaimed. But before I could utter another word, pink carnation petals were flowing out of my mouth. As second pas by, dozens of these pink carnations escape from me. “Pi-pink carnations?” I asked myself. Pink carnations symbolizes admiration and affection. My eyes widened with realization when I thought immediately of what Franklin told me earlier. “Oh god!” I gasped when Franklin’s name popped put of my head and more pink carnations came out. This can not be. I can not feel anything towards him!

Her neck was adorned with marquise and teardrop crystal necklace; she carried a silver purse and completed the outfit with silver heels. I looked at my outfit which was a spaghetti strap deep neck,puffy lilac dress that was adored with tiny holographic glitter. Unlike Scar, i had a bright eye shadow and a cherry red lipstick, to go with the bright colour of my dress. I wore a single pendent long crystal necklace; i had a rose gold purse and i completed the outfit with lavender coloured heels. "This is it! We will part ways after this" Scarlet tells me, sadness laced in her voice.

Even Cathy shoots me a smug little scoff. I may be married to the second prince, but I’m not important. I’m not deserving. I’m not even worth a single flower... Then there’s a knock at the entrance. Silence falls over the perfumery shop as a currier enters, carrying the largest bouquet I’ve ever seen. The roses are not white or pink like the others, but rather a rich and sensual shade of scarlet. “Tanya?” the currier asks. All eyes fall on me as I take a hesitant step forward.

Scarlet, so appreciative, got up and hugged her, and Sam. After the conversation died down and they all began to get up from the table, Caitlin finally found her opportunity. She was dying to give Scarlet her gift, a very important gift, which she’d been waiting until her sixteenth birthday to give. As the others began to filter out the room, she went to pull Scarlet aside—but was surprised to see her reach for her coat. “Scarlet?” Caitlin asked, surprised. “Are you going out?” Scarlet paused in the doorway, with Blake, and looked back, hesitant, looking a bit guilty.

His nostrils caught the sweet fragrance of lavender and Jasmine mixed with mint and roses and he found the flowers bouquet that Scarlet had arranged neatly near her study table beside the night lamp. “You still like Lavender!” He asked or announced; she wasn’t sure of either but nodded her head. Shala read her face and found that she remembered him due to the heat of the moment. Besides that, she had no memories of him or her being any fairy, vampiress, or anything else. He had thought of confronting her about her involvement with Emerald again when he had done his best to settle everything in the past life and successfully ended the nasty ‘Blood pact.’

Down in the lobby, I signaled for my driver. "The florist on 5th," I muttered. "The one with the orchids." "Sir? We have a lunch at—" "Cancel it." Ten minutes later, I was standing in the shop, the air heavy with the scent of lilies and damp earth. I picked out a bouquet of white peonies—Scarlett’s favorite, though I had rarely taken the time to buy them for her when we were together. I felt a pang of hollow guilt. I had given her diamonds and houses, but I had never really given her beauty.

«Friday, Gala Night» Scarlet sauntered out of the house, she smiled as the fresh breeze caressed her cheeks, she looked down at herself and felt pride swelling in her chest, she hadn't felt this beautiful in ages. She was wearing a halter dress with a keyhole shoulder with an upward scooping corset, the long blue-white dress giving her a deluxe appearance, and a pair of ankle strap heels while her plum-brown hair was styled elegantly. She lifted her gaze taking in two cars with a black limousine parked in front of the mansion. Scarlet eyed the men in black suits and glasses till her eyes landed on Reid and her breath got caught in her throat.