Scarlet Valentine Novels & Stories

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

Harry said to Valentine "I'm fine carrying one at once" She smiled and how I want to throw this box to Harry's face. I take a really deep breath because if I don't I might set this camping site on fire "It's not that heavy , stop pretending to be weak" That came out from my mouth coldly and Valentine turned to me coldly. We both glared each other "You-" She threw the box down but ended up cutting her finger , dropping the boxes and I quickly walked to her and put her finger into my mouth. Sipping her blood.. she looked at me shocked. I put down my bag and rushed to find a bandage.

He noticed as my head turned around to take a look at the place. “Dad arranged this office when I told him I’ll be coming back for good. Please don’t judge.” I smiled at him. A knock came on the door. A blonde woman dressed in a silk cream blouse and fitted pink pencil skirt came in. With her is a girl in a black tracksuit, and her hair is in a high ponytail. “Mr. Valentino, we are here. Good Morning, Ms. Rivera. My name is Summer, I will assist you in your work here in the office.” The girl in the skirt us with a smile.

I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead. I said, "Mom, this is the last time I'll ever call you that. I'm not you. I didn't rot my brain reading those stupid romance novels! From now on, the four of us will live happily together. As for you, do yourself a favor and remove those trashy books from your phone!" Seeing that I showed no remorse, she flew into a rage. She cursed at me, saying, "I must have underestimated that vixen's methods! So what if they're married? They can still get divorced!"

Diella had always been his plan. My knuckles tightened until they turned white, and a bitter lump formed in my throat. Maybe I should have felt grateful for such a large sum. But how could I feel happy when my heart was hurting this badly? Everett never planned to choose me. If he truly loved me, he would have given me a chance to explain. I let out a slow sigh. “I will receive the cheque.” Margaret smiled gently and reached for a large envelope on the side table. She pulled out a smaller one and placed it in my hand. I opened it to find the check for two hundred thousand dollars inside.

he muttered. Scarlet’s heart pounded. Valeria wasn’t retreating. She was going rogue.

If sunrise ever had a scent, I would say it was Valentina’s. I flipped through the pages of her notes and inhaled the scent of each page, I wanted Valentina’s scent burnt to my brain. I was looking for more notes when a book toppled and fell out of her bag, landing on my chest. The book was titled “Valentine’s Day.” By “Guillotine” I have seen her clinging unto this particular book before, she went everywhere and anywhere with it. It was probably one of the contemporary romance books with a weak-ass female lead, a plot lacking storyline, and thousands of sex scenes, yet she seemed to cherish this one book.

“Valerie.” Scarlett went still. Valerie. Daniel’s first love. The one who got away. The woman he never spoke of but whose name had always been a ghost between them. Scarlett released Elena’s wrist, her mind clicking into place. It all made sense now, the late nights, the sudden trips, the way Daniel had been slipping away like sand through her fingers. She turned on her heel and bolted for the library, opening the door in a frantic manner. And there he was.

Scarlet nodded, the hands melted away, and she stood back as October and Harlow took their revenge. Scarlet smiled down at Coraline when they were done. "Honestly. Selina, Mariah, Rose, Coraline, or whatever you call yourself. I don't know how you did it. Pretending to be so many people, but killing you will feel so fucking good. Especially after how you betrayed all of us, who truly cared for you." Scarlet laughed, her true side showing. Her purple eyes burned away as purple flames took their place. Her hair was now completely on fire and a scythe appeared in her hand.

Yet, there is a part of her that fears what is to come, that dreads the sight of blood and the finality it represents. Valentine, the 20-year-old son of the amiable and highly venerated Dr. Percy, the vampyre who has become an unlikely ally to the Redbone pack, stands at the edge of the clearing, his dark eyes never leaving Selena. He is an enigma, a creature of the night who has chosen to walk among wolves. His presence is a reminder that the world is not as black and white as it seems, that there are shades of gray in even the most rigid of hierarchies. Valentine’s attention is focused, his senses attuned to every movement, every breath. He is here not just as an observer, but as a protect