Scarlet Carnations Novels & Stories

I slid my thumb over her hand, grounding her, steadying her, offering silent sympathy while keeping my expression straight for my mother’s sake. Miriam flipped to another page, slapped her hand onto a bouquet spread, and launched into a new tirade. “Now the florals. Absolutely no lilies—they wash people out. And roses are too predictable unless they’re in a cascading arrangement. Scarlett, dear, do you prefer a dramatic entrance or a softer romantic walk down the aisle?” Scarlett stared at her as if the question required a dissertation. She opened her mouth, closed it, then glanced at me again with an expression that clearly said: Save me or I swear I might walk into traffic.

“Hello, I’m back! Do you have any bouquets in red and purple, or can I have one made up. I found out that that is my babe’s favorite color combo, especially if there are red roses.” The girl behind the counter looks at me “Nice combination! We don’t get a lot of call for it, but I can put something together. I have Black Baccara roses, they are a deep, velvet red, I can mix them with some brighter red carnations and poppies that have red petals and a deep purple center and purple lattice, oh! I just got in a few other things that may work…I can do this.” She smiles as she starts turning to the back, then shoots over her shoulder “Good to see you back and to know that your girl’s mother didn’

*Scarlette Helle*-, the most passionate, courageous, strong, and power person, he had ever come across. At first it was perceived that the beautiful woman named after a shade of red was a human hosting a Supreme being, but no. After the mother of life left Scar’s body there was still this power radiating off her this made the enter group very curious to know what exactly she was and so another adventure of investigations begin.

Scarlet POV He drove me across a garden, where there is only one tree that seem to be blossoming and the flowers looks perfect. “ Wow, there is a cool place like this? No one told me about it.” I run out of the car, going under the shade of the tree as I pick up it flowers that has fallen on the ground. They look so innocent and beautiful. The flower has a bright red color and an elongated shape. “ Well, I’m glad I’m the first to show you.” He smiles with those gorgeous dimples on his cheeks again.

she asks, curious. “Yes—roast with fruit and honey. Exactly the way you wanted,” I reply, my chest swelling with pride. She deserves the very best I can give her. “Then let’s go,” she answers, excited. Her eyes gleam with anticipation as she takes my hand. “I told her to leave it on the table outside the castle, near the garden of black-and-red carnations,” I explain as I lead her down the corridor. These past days I’ve noticed how much she loves flowers. Morbóvia has its own varieties—not as brightly colored as those in other realms, but beautiful in their own way. The blood carnation is one of them: petals black with red streaks, elegant and sophisticated, as if painted with blood.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

I told her and her face visibly brightened even though she still tried to act mad. I immediately pulled out the bouquet of lilies from my car and handed it to her. Scarlett’s favourite colour used to be lilies. She loved it so much that I had a garden of lilies planted just for her. She cried when one died and rejoiced when one bloomed. Even though she had lost her memories, I doubt her likes had changed. Her eyes widened as she reached for the flowers and gave it a sniff. “These are my favourites! How did you know?” She questioned and I nearly rejoiced at her declaration. I just settled for a bright smile, aware of the suspicious and weary stares being thrown at me by the guards but Scarlet

At least, not anymore. She strongly reminded me of a point in my life where I had wanted to be happy. I hated that, and a part of me hated her. But I could not find it in my stony heart to leave her here. “Three hundred thousand,” I raised the small placard that Killian had handed to me when I sat down. Maxim glanced back at me with surprise. He laughed with disbelief and took a sip of his champagne. “You kinky motherfucker,” he muttered. I said nothing. The hall was silent. The guy on the stage looked stunned. He did not debate my price.

I just watched in horror as Scarlet removed the dagger from her shoulder wiping the blood on the dagger, on her shorts. Bones began breaking and soon Skylar was replaced by a big brown Wolf. I looked at scarlet's mom who had pride in her eyes. " You've got this Scarlet you can't let her beat you.." she yelled while I just stood there helplessly tears spilling out. Scarlet was busy cleaning the blood off the dagger not even looking at her opponent who was running at her full speed baring her teeth