Scarlet Heart Ryeo Novels & Stories

a girl interrupted Celia before her hand could touch my cheek for which I was very thankful. But I could not shake off the strange feeling, I had never seen that woman in my life and yet for some reason, I felt a weird familiar feeling. The girl was the exact opposite of Celia, she was the tallest among the group but was wearing a similar dress, and her color was coral. She had brown hair, a baby face like her mother but she was not smiling at all. Her full cheeks were pink like her lips and her grey eyes only had seriousness. "Celia is the coven leader and this is Ruth her daughter," Orion introduced the other girl who looked almost close to my age.

Scarlett was ours; we would love and cherish her to the last day. "Have you noticed Scarlett's eyes are getting greener every day?" Maxwell said, and I nodded. I had noticed it too but Ignored it. "That is an unusual eye colour. It is almost neon, especially knowing she wasn't born that way." Clay deduced, and I sighed.

‘Song from your heart, idiot. “My heart…my melody…” he muttered as he stared at Mira’s sleeping face before he start feeling the beat of his heart. He listens to what it was trying to convey and with one kiss placed on Mira’s lips, Angel knew what song he wanted for Mira to hear. Closing his eyes, Angel started feeling every beat of his own heart. He listened to every breath he was taking. With every stroke that he gives to his dearest mate, a song called My Escape by Ravenscode reflects what Angel feels. He sang his favorite song that he was willing to share with Mira over and over again.

Scarlet felt a tongue licking her face and opened her eyes to blinding sunlight. The tongue would not stop, and before she even looked over, she knew it was Ruth. She opened her eyes just enough to see that it was her: Ruth was leaning over, whining, and grew even more excited as Scarlet opened her eyes.

But since it was carried with her and no one was able to steal it, I didn't much care if I understood the mechanics of it. With a silent quiver of Scarlet's lips, the sword was engulfed in flames. She pointed it at Aryn. "Aryn, my name is Scarlet. You've hurt one of my friends. One of my family. I'll give you to the count of three before I start causing you pain. If you don't comply, I'll begin hurting the people you hold most dear. If that doesn't work, I'll bring Kiema in here and have her rip open your psyche, your emotions, and anything else she can. You would do well to heed my warning now." Scarlet held the fiery sword even with Aryn's neck.

Serena sulkily relayed. "But it's still money. Come on, give me back my money." Serena didn't have a choice but to give him the money she owes, or else, Paolo will talk to her Daddy... ============================== The next day. Serena froze on her tracks when she saw her crush, Mr. Richardson, who is walking her way. She clutched her book on her chest and she tries to sweep her hair away from her face. She wants to look pretty infront of her crush.

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

'Scar? 'I NEED YOU ASAP!' 'SOS' 'CODE RED' 'Scarlet?' 'Scaaaaaaaaaarrrrlleeeeetttt' 'Bitch do you not see this?' 'You blind?' 'SCARLET! I am in danger there are people out here trying to kill me aaaaaaaahhh so exciting! Isn't it?' 'I need you with me' 'Come on, we'll fight them together 'Scarlet?' 'SCARLET' 'you bitch, are gonna come when I'm dead!!!!!'

She squeals out. Mmm, I love hearing her call out my name. Scarlett pushed on my chest, turning me over so that I was below her. She climbed on top of me, swiftly taking me inside of her. She gripped onto the headboard and began rocking her hips back and forth. I held her hips tightly, enjoying every damn second, loving the feeling of her tightly around me. I swatted her ass as she moved against me, and this made her cry out. I did it again, but harder. I felt her walls beginning to tighten around me, which told me she wasn’t going to last much longer.

I coughed, my hands adjusting the scarf, as my eyes fluttered a million times to sink with the beat of my heart. His gaze fell right to my scarf, with a short smirk on his lips, “You intend to remove the scarf, my house is pretty warm, that I can say for sure,” he said, his eyes now back on mine, the smirk gone. “No…no, I'm fine,” I stammered, adjusting it for the last time. My heart still beating like crazy,“So… hmm, would you help me?” The silence that came last for a while, as those eyes of his, stayed focused on mine, as though holding them captive.