Scarlet Carnations Novels & Stories

A necklace caught my attention in the middle of the glass window. "Good morning, sir. How may I help you?" the saleslady asked. "I want to see that one," I said and pointed to the necklace. She immediately took it. The necklace is stunning. It sparkles, it's a small crystal drop necklace. It suits Scarlet perfectly. This necklace is also the color of her name. "It's a Scarlet red minimalist crystal necklace." I turned around at what the saleslady said. "That necklace symbolizes courage, passion, strength, joy, and heat." she continued. I smiled, just like my honey. It really suits her.

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.

I first approached the arrangement of long white roses on the central table, but my nerves were still bothering me, so I approached the red carnations under the portraits of the royal family and touched them. I loved the color red, so I liked these flowers the most despite the not-very-attractive scent of carnations. I smiled when I saw their intense red and looked at the composition of my chosen outfit. The red dress, a black jacket, and high heels matched the flowers perfectly. I chose this set, especially for today's visit. After all, these are the colors of the Lycan royal crest. I glanced up to admire the portraits and swallowed when I saw calm gray eyes peering at me from beneath a mop

My mother nods, “I think so. I think Scarlett was always the prophesied one, but Loki realized she’d choose love over power. So he created a counterpoint in Victoria.” I find Scarlett in the garden behind the house later that day, her hands buried in the soil, planting something green and fragrant. Her hair is braided back, a streak of dirt smeared across her cheek. She looks like she belongs in the earth, wild and grounded and glowing. I sit beside her without speaking. Eventually, she says, “Did you know rosemary helps memory?” I nod, “Seems appropriate.” There’s silence again, but it’s softer this time.

Other wolves were fighting in the arena, and a group of them were playing what looked like a game of football, except the players were wielding torches. Scar glanced at Damon and saw a hint of a smile on his face, as though he was remembering the games from when he was a child. But then something shifted in his expression, and a deep sadness seemed to loom over him like a dark shadow. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but considering how cold he'd been since last night, she hesitated to speak until he was ready. So quickly that Scar almost didn't notice what was happening, Damon bartered a flower merchant on the edge of the market for a red rose, then they carried on their way. He

It was breathtaking. The bouquet came next. Nana placed it carefully into Scarlett’s hands. “Something borrowed.… This was my wedding bouquet. I was supposed to give you Damon’s mothers but I can’t give you since she’s not alive. This bouquet signifies borrowing the good fortune of the person’s marriage.” Scarlett’s fingers curled slowly around the flowers.Her voice dropped. “And the fourth?”

“Including royalty from our most valued allies. Please join me in welcoming Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack!” Spotlight blazed across my face. I stepped forward with fluid grace, ignoring the stunned silence from those who remembered the broken girl I used to be. As I moved toward the platform, something extraordinary happened. Ancient marks began to glow beneath my skin—silver lines that traced intricate patterns up my arms and across my décolletage. The mark of true royal bloodlines, power that hadn't been seen in centuries. The entire hall gasped. I reached the platform and turned to face the crowd, my marks still pulsing with otherworldly light. When I spoke, my voice carr

John Garnett chuckled coolly. 'When I was fifteen, I spent 10 million to buy those seeds on a trip abroad. "It's my gift to her, but for some reason, she planted it in the backyard, facing the bedroom directly. "Is she trying to get my attention? To make me feel guilty? "I guess she hasn't spent enough time with those rabid dogs. Let her stay there a bit longer." With those words, he returned to the couch, his eyes filled with disdain.