Scarlet Heart Ryeo Novels & Stories

Scarlet’s body shuddered and vibrated and instantly, her orgasm came, spultering into the water. Immediately, her body relaxed and fell against Reid's board chest with harsh breathings escaping her lips while her eyes slowly fluttered, her entire body being washed with tiredness. Reid brought his hand up and tenderly pat her head resting on his chest. “Good Kitten” he expressed. Scarlet let out a little ‘MN’ as her eyes officially shut, slipping into unconsciousness but not before feeling a hardness beneath her butt. Oops!!! To be continued...!

They were happy over Niall's kill. Oh, This is Lamia. "Niall," she called out. A man in a servant's outfit stood by her with a robe in his hands. By the amount of scars on his neck I could tell he was favored enough not to kill him. His lavender eyes were about the only thing I adored on him. He looked desperate for help. His eyes showed depression. She waved as Niall walked up to her like an obeident dog. He trasformed into his human state. He grabbed the robe out of the servant's hands and put it on. He pulled the beating heart from his mouth and held it out to her. Their eyes met as she took it from him. "What a lovely gift," she chimmed happily at him. She placed the heart into her serva

Lucy The rag was still in my hand, but my fingers had gone numb. My whole body felt like it had gone cold when Riker said those words. Pet. I’d heard worse, yes. But the way the men in the lot laughed—or pretended not to—burned hotter than fists ever had. Fists left bruises that faded. Words stuck, carved into the softest places of you. I kept polishing the chrome because I didn’t know what else to do. The metal shone under my hand, but the shine didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. That’s what Riker had meant. I was just something Blake had picked up on the side of the road. Disposable.

**** The Core Lab The heart of the fortress pulsed with energy. Blue lights flickered across metal walls. Glass capsules lined one side, and inside them were floated failed experiments. Twisted versions of Rose, Sophie, and others whose names Elena didn't even know but whose faces mirrored fragments of the child she had borne. Twisted limbs. Empty, vacant eyes. Mouths frozen mid-scream. One tapped faintly against the glass, as if it still hoped to be saved. Elena fought a wave of nausea as she staggered forward.

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Oh, he’s going to pay, Ryan. Oh, he will pay,” she muttered. “Now, to the only tattoo that doesn’t have a physical scar behind it. You asked me to tell you everything, so here goes nothing,” Ryan said. Scarlet furrowed her brows. “Which one doesn’t have a scar?” “The pretty face on my chest,” Ryan replied, pointing at the tattoo of a girl placed directly over his heart. “Who is she?” Scarlet asked softly.

Your teacher told me that you are the best student in the class. - I'm a fast learner, Mom. We never know when we have to change cities, so I try to learn as much as I can. - Ryan answers with his chest swollen. Despite being very proud of her son, Scarlet feels a great tightness in her chest. This was not the life she had wanted for her son. - Let's pray to the moon goddess to be safe here.

Her feet kicked as she clawed at his hand. Cherry screamed, begging him to let her go, trembling like a leaf. I snapped out of my shock. “Bruce! Please! Let her go!” And just like that—he did. Mira collapsed to the ground, coughing, gasping for air like a fish out of water. Cherry rushed to help her, and the two of them scurried away like rats. I stood frozen, still catching my breath, trying to understand what just happened. I turned to Bruce. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.” “I mean it, Scarlet.” He kissed me on the lips. “Other than me, I don’t know who can take care of you and healing your wounds. Let me be your lover, Scarlet.” “Whatever, I’m not listening.” I closed my ears with my hands and turned towards the wall to go to sleep. This Sin had to be out of his mind, I thought. With my tiredness, I soon drifted into slumberland. However, the slumberland I saw was not one of those pastel-coloured dreams filled with clouds. It was dark and lava was oozing over the black earth. Above me, bats circled the black, empty sky.

It's really funny that she only noticed it now. Her eyes wandered around her small face. The face where people in their small-town envies and at the same time loved by many. Dalia's palm was still throbbing from the crisp slap she gave her. Her hair is flaming red, an attractive color. Red—a color that represents life, health, vigor, war, courage, anger, and love. She wants to laugh as she looks at Agnes that was currently holding back her cry and she looks up at her with disbelief in her eyes.

"Raven reminds me of myself when I was young, stubborn but determined. You see, I always wanted to have a son but my wife almost died giving birth to our Einah, so I let that thought slip away. I don't want to risk my Luna's life. I don't want to lose her. "We were happy... until that day came. My daughters, almost got themselves killed. Those rogues and bandits attacked them while they visited the Pellem. But Raven was there, he saved them... but not all of them. Our Amelia... some of the men got her and t-they took her away. We tried everything to bring her back, we even used all the Orbis that we gathered but we failed miserably. We don't have a Mystical Lake here so it's really hard for