Scarlet Desire Novels & Stories

But Scarlet still doesn’t want to give up because she believes that Amber will have a good love life and thinks that Stephen, her Uncle, can do that. “Just this time, one last time. Suppose it won’t work, then, no. But help Uncle Stephen to at least have a girlfriend...” Amber winced at Scarlet’s words, “Why do you want him to have a girlfriend? He doesn’t seem to want that either—”

She looked pleased with herself, as if seeing me vulnerable gave her the power she craved. “I’m not hiding,” I said quietly, refusing to look at her. “I just needed a moment.” Scarlet sauntered closer, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. “A moment? Or maybe you’re realizing that you’re out of your league here. And you winning isn’t really fair. Fame isn't for people like you, darling.” I finally turned to face her, my anger simmering just below the surface. “What do you want now, Scarlet?” Her grin widened as she reached into her clutch, pulling out a small bottle of what looked like… ink? I barely had time to register what it was before she flicked the bottle open with a malicious

Scarlet I'd tasted him before, that first night we'd consummated the contract. But it had been quick, perfunctory—something I'd done because I thought I should, not because I desperately wanted to. Now, watching him test the water temperature with his hand, I felt desire curl hot in my belly. Different from the orgasms he'd just given me. This was a need to give, to take, to see him fall apart the way he'd just made me fall apart.

“No, we are not. We are back to retrieve the master from the cheap slut standing right beside you. Since she’d spent a quality amount of time at the Harem, she’d learned enough skills to seduce a man” Her words were not supposed to affect Desire on a regular day but with what had algaspendd to her earlier, Desire bursted into tears and ran out of the kitchen. She stopped at a corner and kept on crying. She wanted to escape, she was tired of everything happening around her. “Desire, What happened?” Lady Nor who had ran after her asked. “This happened” Angrily, Desire opened her hair, revealing the scar to lady nor. “I’m so tired…” Before she could continue talking, the court lady appeared.

She liked being independent and did not want to act like a gold digger like she had once been called,though she knew James wouldn't mind her asking him for money. She decided to trek down the road to register two Sim cards before heading home to her mother's house when she noticed a young woman by the roadside with tattered clothes and in tears. Immediately, she felt drawn to her, so she decided to move closer towards her and asked her what was wrong. She looked too young and beautiful to be in that state. Somehow, in some way, she reminded her of her younger self.

The whole ballroom was burning in jealousy. Their absolute dream was dancing with someone else, giving all his attention to the woman most of them never liked. However, Scarlett was the only person unaffected by those stares as she was the one dancing. Yet, her motive was never to get married but to hold the relic of her mother. And while moving one step ahead to get what she wished for, Scar also gets to know something else. His odour, which did not belong to him when those two nights she was with him!

What kind of man could inhumanely censure such innumerable young lady away? While scarlet was intrigued, her heart ended up being progressively restless. She looked at the arrangement draft in her grip and kept breathing significantly to support herself. Exactly when it was her turne, Sarclet headed inside. There was a roar from inside, which shocked her. "Get out! What are these things? Can this be called a design draft?" Scarlet swallowed hard. wouldn't it be so scary? "Next!" Scarlet took a full breath, pushed the doorway and walked in.

she whispered, her eyes no longer fierce but pleading. Scarlet could feel what I was feeling alright. I could see it in her mystic eyes even though she was trying her best to conceal her feelings, but the longer I held onto her arm, the longer our skin burned with desire, the more the mask she struggled so hard to maintain dropped and I caught a glimpse of my reflection in her coral green eyes surrounded by a halo of lust. Sure, there was also hate and disregard as well. There was confusion and self-preservation, but I didn't care, all I wanted to know was why. I wanted to unravel the woman in front of me. I wanted... I wanted to taste her lips.

But not today. Not now. Not after seeing Amy. Not after seeing Scarlet. Scarlet loved Dante genuinely, openly, and fiercely. She wasn’t someone who demanded love. She offered it freely, expecting nothing but honesty in return. She had built a life from scratch, after being abandoned, betrayed, hurt. And now she had finally found safety in Dante, and Dante had found something just as rare like peace in her. They loved each other way too much, he could see that. There was a child now. Amy.

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”