Scarlet Valentine Novels & Stories

“That’s how it is with us when we love someone. When I do find my mate, I’m sure I’ll get jealous too if I see her getting close to another male. We’re wired like that and It’s beyond our control. Wouldn’t you get jealous if you see another female close to your mate?” A scowl slowly formed on my face as an image flashed through my mind. It was a memory of Greta’s Luna ceremony. She had been standing so close to him, a bright smile on her face. The thought of it made me burn with rage, or was it jealousy? I guess it was a mixture of both. I felt hatred too, I hated seeing them together. “I was right,” Sky said. “You would be jealous and from the look on your face, it seems he has already Don’

She wanted to die. Scarlet watched as Vivian turned her head in the speedboat and sneered directly at her. She saw the hatred in her eyes as she and all her friends, drinks in their hands, laughed at her. Vivian pulled her Burberry coat tight around her shoulders, turned her back, and stepped off the boat. Scarlet clutched her own thin, wet sweater tighter, and felt jealous. What she would do for a warm coat on a night like this.

Chris wasn't happy reminiscing his bitter moment with my sister. I can't believe Emily will do this. Is she that cold-hearted to do this. "Are you okay being my wife?" he released his full gaze on me. His grey eyes were shining so brightly. "yes, I am. I'm kinda happy to be with you." I said blushing. "will you perform your duties as a wife, you will be with me till death do us apart, and in return, I promise I will cherish you till my last breath." he kissed me so passionately after me nodding my head. So what did you think of this chapter don't forget to vote and comment

“Good, good. They’re all good.” Valerie arched a brow at him. “That’s good. A lot of good, actually.” She stared at the blonde for a moment, sizing her up. Something about this woman had Scott on edge, and Valerie wished she knew what it was. Stretching out her arm, she went to shake the woman’s hand. “Hi, I’m Valerie. As you can tell, I work here.” She chuckled as she said that last part. “And things are all good.” The blonde giggled, her eyes lighting up a little. “Pleased to meet one of Scott’s coworkers. I’m Melody, Scott’s wife.”

She informed filling my glass with orange juice. “With Victor.” I scoffed hearing his name and she nodded with a questioning look. “Sometimes I feel like, this Victor is his first wife.” She laughed at my statement and Valerie sipped her coffee. “Victor is Valentine’s right hand. He never goes out without him. Don’t be jealous of that lad, I can tell you that Valentine is straight. He isn’t interested in guys like Harman.” Valerie assures me like it was some serious issue earning a slap on head from Lola. I spit the juice ruining my dress and laughed hard.

Shantel has been unable to eat, sleep or function ever since the stabbing incident. She cannot believe that she had actually stabbed Scarlett. In what world? Scarlett who was her best friend. Scarlett who had been through so much pain from Annabel and Luke's betrayal that it had changed her, made her into someone who put herself and her mission for vengeance front and center.

"Zara was found on the south road, sedated. She is stable." "And Luca?" she asked. "Still here," I said. "He has been making different choices." Silence on her end….Processing. "There is something else," I said. "Something I should tell you before you decide." "Say it," "Scarlett is now my mate," I released the bombshell. "Properly and formally. The bond is real and permanent." The line went quiet. The silence from her end was not a result of a network connection, but the silence that comes when one has just received a message and is waiting for a moment inside it.

“Stacey, we need to go.” “Are you kidding?” she whispered, clutching my arm. “I need a moment to process what just happened. He was even hotter than I imagined, and that woman with him? Who is she, Tarini? And why do you get all the luck? First, you’re on a date with Mr Dr Good-on-Paper Aryan, and then Professor Valerian himself swoops in to save you?” Well her madness is the result of the woman with Valerian. “It’s not luck,” I muttered, trying to brush off her questions. “And he’s just…our professor. I need that recommendation, Stacey. This isn’t a romantic comedy.”

“Do you like my gift?” “Damien,” Elena snarled. The walls hissed as a second door opened at the far end of the room. And there he stood. Damien. Dressed in black tactical gear, unarmed, hands loose at his sides. His face was calm, almost gentle. He looked exactly the same–same raven-black hair, same sea-gray eyes, but colder, and empty of emotion. “Rose is yours,” Damien said. “Take her.” They all hesitated. Lucian stepped forward. “What’s the catch?”

A body shaking against mine while I gave him my blood and told myself being needed was almost the same as being loved. Tonight, his scent was mixed with Victoria’s. That made it easier to step away. Before Daniel could urge us forward again, Sarah rushed from the end of the corridor with Emma behind her. Sarah’s robe was thrown carelessly over her nightdress, and one hand pressed against her chest as if her heart medicine had already worn off. Emma’s face was blotchy from crying, but her anger returned the moment she saw me. “Scarlett, stop this right now,” Emma snapped. “They suspended me from the elite warrior program. Do you understand what you’ve done?”