Scarlet Hand Body Novels & Stories

Scarlett’s head was thrown to the side, her cheek immediately blooming into a red welt in the exact shape of my handprint. Everyone gasped in horror. Henry froze. "How dare you—!" Scarlett shrieked hysterically. Her eyes flashed with pure hatred as she instantly raised her hand, preparing to slap me back with full force. I didn’t even blink. But before Scarlett’s hand could touch a single hair on my head, a large, tattooed hand clamped around her wrist in mid-air. The grip was so crushing that Scarlett winced in pain. Ryder. He stared down at Scarlett with eyes so pitch-black and lethal that the temperature in the corridor felt like it dropped ten degrees.

I understood that my role was to be there for her, to support her as she navigated her path toward healing and self-discovery. Scarlett, there is no need for you to apologize, I said gently, moving closer to her. You are safe now. You are home. I will be here for you, regardless of the circumstances. As I spoke, I reached out and took Scarlett's hand with care, aiming to provide her with comfort. Initially, she did not react, her hand resting limply in mine. However, after a moment, she began to grasp my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine as if seeking support.

Ever since he found his sister's dead body and her children, he had not been the same. "Lucian, you have made your point. Calm the fuck down," I told him. Scarlett returned, wearing the dress she claimed she stole and carrying the bag that Lucian had bought her. She handed him the bag. "I do not need your charity," she said, handing him the bag.

"Stop it, Reed!" "Let go of me, Lucas! I will kill that fuckass and put him in his place!" Cadyen angrily promises that it will disappear soon enough. "Lucas, get him out of here!" I screamed and Lucas quickly pulled it so fast that it seemed like it just happened in an instant. Scarlet, on the other hand, is dumbfounded and confused by what is happening. It can't even react. "Awww! Fuck!" Reed suddenly growled and grabbed his hand which was now purple and it looked like his fingers were dislocated because it was out of order. Crap, Cayden was just gripping and this is what happened to Reed's hand!

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

some looked at him in shock, some in amusement and the man holding me down was looking at him with his usual cold gaze. When he noticed the scar face didn't let me go so he rushed towards us as he grabbed his hand on my arm and tried to push it away. I frowned and looked down at his hand struggling to push the scar face hand away from my arm but his hand didn't even move an inch.

running in a sprint. Pushing aside everyone who were yet to decipher his reason . My body falls down on the floor as I see the world moving. My shaking hands, move onto my abdomen to feel something wet touch my fingers. No...no...this can't be happening! "Scar! Scar!" I hear the tattoo girl and others screaming, but I was too lost to hear or say anything. The thought of loosing my child mind numbing. No...it has to be a dream....it has to be.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

"For your hand, this is the only one. I've already made my decision." His sacrifice warmed a part of my heart I thought had turned to ice. A month later, I could hold a pen. Alexander handed me a charcoal pencil. My hand shaking, I drew a single, clean line. A symbol of my rebirth. Tears blurred my vision. "I can draw again..." "I knew you could," he said, his smile genuine. "I'm your anonymous patron, you know. A.R. Alexander Reed. I've been buying your work for five years."

*** Aurora I found myself in a drowsy state, one that seemed like a dream but held the gravity of reality. Someone was manipulating my leg, firmly restraining it, and I felt the sensation of cuffs closing around my legs. My left hand was elevated and secured, and as I fought against it, the hopelessness of my efforts became clear. Opening my eyes, I was met with the sight of Scarlet, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to the dim surroundings. Her gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine.