Scarlet Desire Novels & Stories

She truly felt she had nothing left to live for. Scarlet walked with her head down, dejected, barely even noticing the cars. She felt, inside her, something slowly stirring, welling up. It was a slow, simmering rage, something unsatisfied, something that needed to be fulfilled. It was a desire to take revenge on something. On someone. A desire to feed. She felt her skin itching, all her senses on edge, like, she imagined, a drug addict probably felt when needing a hit. Previously, she had been able to keep it all in check. But now, she couldn’t hold it back anymore. More and more, she felt as if she were about to explode. She had a sinking feeling that once she found her next target, she’d b

Scarlet added again. “It is brazen to desire something without being willing to endure the pain,” Ophelia replied. I want something in return,” Scarlet said. “Which is?” Ophelia asked “I want you to come with me?” Scarlet replied. “Why? Where?” Ophelia asked. “Now you are asking questions, "Scarlet responded. Well, I want to show you something, and you owe me your life, so I want you to come with me. Those are my terms.”

I knew she was trouble, but she was also cunning, and at that moment, cunning was exactly what I needed. “What do you want?” I snapped, struggling to contain my anger. Scarlet stepped closer, invading my personal space. "Instead of hating me," she said, her voice a silky blade, "why don’t we join hands? We both want the same thing—to unravel Asher’s secrets." I smiled, reaching out to take a strand of her hair. “Very bold of you to say, Scarlett. I would give it to you, but what do you think I want?” Scarlet hesitated, her eyes flickering. "Lisa," she said finally. "You’re obsessed with her. I don’t know what it is you and Asher saw in that cheap copy, but I know you want her, and I can help

"Not only do you have to celebrate the birthday the same way the original host did, but you have to accept the slag's proposal. After that, you need to have sex with him. Everything must happen like it did. All you have to do is make the slags pay for hurting the original host and then seduce Cyn." Scarlet's expression turned uglier. She bit her tongue to stop herself from cursing, but she couldn't stop her eyes from rolling angrily. "Indeed. Nothing good ever comes out of quick transmigration." She returned to stand before the mirror, fingers clenched around the glasses on her face. "I need to have sex with that trash... I'd rather die then." She clicked her tongue and removed the glasses.

I want to hear from her even though I already know what she wants. "Scarlet, what do you want?" I grinned triumphantly. "Samuel, I want to feel you down to my core." Her breathing was heavy. "And what else you want." To further tease her, I ran my finger over her wet pussy. "Please stop making fun of me; I want you inside me and on top of me." She caved into her desire. "Ok, sweetie." I pressed myself against her. "Scarlet, you are fucking tight."

A thin line of fresh blood trickled from his ear now, slow and ominous. Across town, in a warm, noisy restaurant where string lights twinkled and laughter floated on the air like music, Lila barely noticed the television at first. She was mid-sip, distracted by the tart bite of her cocktail and the story her friend was telling about a disastrous date. Glasses clinked. A soft jazz track played in the background. Everything felt warm. Normal. Safe. Until her friend’s voice faltered. “Lila… look.” She glanced up, annoyed at the interruption—then froze.

The Werewolf froze, a multitude of emotions running through him every second he paused. Although they had done various acts in the dreamworld due to it being the succubus' way of feeding, he had been planning to save himself for his mate. The feelings he had for Scarlet was strong but his desire to find his one true soulmate overpowered that. Both of them knew that they were not going to stay together for all eternity yet Scarlet was slowly breaking down the boundaries they had first agreed on. "I know you want me," Scarlet's eyes flashed brighter than usual, her powers of seduction fighting against Radyn. She was going to have him whether he wanted it or not. "Your eyes tell no lies, you wa

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

The moonlight was silver and cool, but against my bare skin, it felt as delicate as frost. I tilted my face upward, clearly seeing the dark, intense desire clouding his eyes. Then, still pressing his hand against me, I tightened my grip slightly. "Dr. Clayton, can we start now?" Jonathan's palm was burning hot. It felt like his heat might scorch right through my skin. His Adam's apple bobbed again violently. Beneath the overwhelming desire in his gaze, there was something even more terrifying—an intense, all-consuming possessiveness that seemed ready to devour me whole.

Climbing out of my car, I marched inside, my current aura demanding attention. “I need to see Aurora,” I told the maid who approached me nervously the moment I let myself in through the door. She nodded and then disappeared but instead of Aurora, Scarlet appeared. She was wearing a silk robe that did little to hide her intentions. Her smile was calculated and her steps were deliberate as she approached me. “She doesn’t want to see you, Asher,” Scarlet purred like a cat in heat. “But I might be able to change her mind... if only you are nice to me.”