Scarlet Valentine Novels & Stories

Each lock removed was like a knife through the Aria Vale, leaving behind something sharper, angrier, and stronger. I placed a binding cloth across my chest, flattening it and wiping away the remaining vestiges of the girl who had been betrayed, humiliated, and framed. I gazed at my reflection in the glass. My eyes were flaming, my jaw was set, and I was no one anymore. "I am Arian Vale," I whispered, glancing at the documents on my thighs. The words tasted like iron and vengeance. "And I will never bow to a man again." I have no idea if I meant that because I don’t know what is waiting for me.

I stood there like I was ordered and waited till I was allowed inside. The tension in my body could be felt by anyone around. I looked around to see if I could catch a glimpse of Cade. He assured me that he was going to talk to his mother; it didn't look like he did. He was just like every man—promises and no action to show it. The door opened, and I made to go in. I stopped in my tracks. The lady, before stepping out, looked at me and then scoffed. “Hello ma'am, I couldn't greet you earlier. I'm Scarlett, Cade's fiancee and soon-to-be wife.” I said it innocently, hoping to get better treatment from her. I regretted saying anything immediately.

“You’ve made Ryan blush, you dirty slut!” Sandra smiles at you, then thankfully changes the subject to put you out of your misery. “So Ryan, which famous person would you choose?” You think about it for a moment. “Uh, I dunno… maybe Scar Son?” “Good choice!” says Laura. “Yeah, good choice,” agrees Sandra. “You know, I think I’d probably turn lesbian for Scar Son. How about you, Laura?” Laura shrugs. “Maybe. I bet she eats pussy like a pro.”

As I pulled into ThornTech’s parking lot, my phone buzzed. Ryan. I answered immediately. "Hey." "Are you sure about this?" he asked, concern in every word. "Being around them again—Seraphina? Lysander? Those two practically broke you." I smiled as I stepped out of the car. The heels felt right under me. "Ryan," I said, "I’m not Katherine anymore. I’m Scarlet Wilde. Have you forgotten?" He chuckled, a warm, familiar sound. "You sound dangerous." "I am."

Rosa turns ninety in March. The gift is simple: Valentina takes a day off from everything and goes to Sant Andreu and spends it with her mother. Not a trip, not an occasion. A day. The Sant Andreu kitchen, the lemon-patterned tablecloth that has been replaced twice but is always the same pattern, the coffee, the Sunday-morning quality extended into a Tuesday because Valentina said to Petra: I am taking Tuesday off, and Petra said: of course you are.

“Stop trying to make this something it’s not. Stop clinging to a fantasy, Scarlet. You’ll thank me for this someday. Or do you have attachment issues? You thought you landed a billionaire and now your life is about to go back to shit? Don’t worry, you can keep the things I gave you. Think of it as payment for the good sex-” Scarlet raised her hand and smacked him on the face so hard he turned his face to the side. He licked his bottom lip before turning to face Scarlet who was now blazingly angry. “You’re an asshole! Don’t you dare insult me? You know what? You and your new girl can have a great time and don’t worry about your properties because I don’t want a dime!” With that, she brushed p

"Morning, Ron. Where's Scarlett?" I let out a cold laugh. "She's upstairs. Go find her yourself." Just then, Scarlett came down in high heels. She had changed into a new pair of black stockings and put on smoky eye makeup that gave her an icy, seductive look. Desire flashed in Chase's eyes as he immediately got out of the car to greet her. "Scarlett, you look absolutely stunning today. Even these flowers pale in comparison to you. "I ordered these first thing this morning. Happy Valentine's Day."

My voice was loud, too loud. Sara’s voice cracked when she spoke again. “I-I— I don’t know, I never considered the sentry as an actual person but you… I…” Her eyes found mine and all she saw in me was deep anger. “I never meant to hurt you Valentina… I’m sorry…” She has began to cry, covering her face with her hands as tears dropped to the rug below I looked away from her, folding my arms across my chest and shaking my head.

Leonardo maintened a calm demeanor, he refused to let his anger consume him. But hearing Valeria call Scarlet a concubine, that was the last straw. Scarlet sensed the tension, an unusual undercurrent of jealousy and hatred emanating from Valeria. Something was off. What did she need to know? And what was so private that Valeria couldn't say it in front of her? Seeing that Leonardo made no move to intervene, Scarlet turned and exited the office, slamming the door behind her. She wouldn’t let herself get caught up in their shenanigans.

I decided to text Caleb before I headed out. Scarlett: Hey, baby boy, I will not have time to call you before my shift, but I will call you on my break, well, if you will still be awake anyway. I get my first break about 1230am X Caleb: Hey, beautiful, that is alright. And yes, I will still be awake. I hope your shift goes well. I look forward to talking to you X Scarlett: Talk to you later, looking forward to it 😘 X