Novel & Cerita Scarlett Bordeaux Feet

She chose to rely on the man in front of her. For Cyrus, this kind of life was pure indulgence. Both women wore clothes he had prepared for them. As always, Scarlett wore a low-cut camisole dress paired with black stockings. With her figure, only outfits like this could fully highlight her strengths. Cyrus did not allow her to wear shoes at home. She walked barefoot in those black-stockinged feet, moving lightly across the floor. Some women's feet were beautiful enough that simply watching them step was a pleasure. Scarlett had also received professional posture training. Each lifted leg and every step carried elegance and an irresistible allure.

Scarlett closed her eyes and sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. “Shut the hell up Indy!” She snapped back, hating the nicknames her sister had for her. “You know if you got hurt on your face today you would have looked even more like Scar….” Indy’s voice came giggling as she ran off down the hall. Scarlett exited her room after donning a pair of black block heels. She didn’t like walking barefoot in the house. Indy simply said it was because she was a midget. Maybe it was true, she felt a little short for werewolf standards…

Kaleb inquired. “Kaleb! I can’t dance! I have two left feet!” She finally let it out, her chest heaving after the words rolled off her tongue. Dead air fell upon them. Kaleb gasped, and then he smirked. It took a second for Kaleb to move closer to Scarlett, his eyes narrowing. He hissed and suggested, “I think that is hot.” “What? How is that hot?” Scarlett objected. “You know, kitten. I have this strange fetish for left feet. The more the better! You can have ten left feet and I would not care!” He countered.

"looking for something specific, Miss?" Scarlett cleared her throat, "Um... something professional and also maybe some casual weazZZrs." "Of course, come with me." the girl then led her to a section filled with neutral and so many other colours. scarlett trailed her fingers over the clothes, feeling the quality of the material. She pulled out a brown palazzo pant, the colour was divine and it was just the perfect. after she was done shopping for professional outfits, she moved to bags and shoes and made her choice, after she was done, she stopped to get something casual.

The Burgundy Bowed Tassels of his shoes were screaming attention. While Scarlet was looking more beautiful than an angel. Her maroon, off sleeve, floor length gown was perfectly complimenting His Mauve suit. The waist band was tailored in a butterfly design with slight golden and silver shimmers, while the free end was left to hang around. Her hair were arrested in a Barbie bun atop her head, while some wayward strands of her hair were falling over her rosy cheeks. With the slightest of makeup, she looked like a Diva and the rose gold earrings were hanging down her ears occasionally brushing the shoulder blades. A simple sweet, one-diamond necklace was looking alluring over her slim neck. Th

Under the sunset, his face seemed to be encrusted with a layer of silver, sparkling unreal, romantic amber-brown pupils, sideburns floating in the wind. Scarlet looked lost, if not for his masculine personality, he is also the ideal man. Bernie did not see Scarlet’s presence, his temper also became grumpy. "Are you waiting for me to bring the palanquin to pick you up?" Scarlet strongly pushed Bernie, who was blocking her line of sight. The bata shoes were soon crumpled and placed on the wet ground, and the green striped uniform did not cover the pure beauty of Scarlet. Her silky black hair fell to her shoulders, the bruises still lingering on her cheeks further adorned her white skin.

one of the board members asked. I blinked, straightened up. "Yes. I'm fine. Please, go on." But I wasn’t. I was anything but fine. Scarlett had changed her clothes before walking into this meeting. The dress she had on now hugged every curve, dipped low in the front, and stopped high on her thighs. This wasn’t an accident. This was war. I dropped my pen. She was faster. She bent forward, picked it up, and just as I reached for it, her fingers brushed mine. And then under the table—God help me—she grazed her hand against my thigh.

Like we’re walking through fog made of memory and trepidation. I reach for the pendant again as we reach the door. And then I hear her voice. It’s not raised, or frightened. Just… different. Hers, but not quite. Lower and steadier that I’m used to it being, and far too calm. Soren opens the door. Scarlett stands in the center of the room, back straight, eyes glowing faintly gold. Her hands hover inches above the floorboards, not touching, but pulling something from the wood. Smoke, maybe, or vapor. It curls around her fingers like a living thing.

I paired a calf-length denim skirt with it and chose black boots that reached below my knees since it has a long slit to my left thigh. Though the boots had 3-inch heels, still they were comfortable as they had block heels, making it super easy to walk. I applied a pink tint lip balm on my lips and smiled, I'm good to go. Now, this looks beautiful... Straight something coming out from P*******t. I exited my room and headed downstairs, Scarlett and Nora were already waiting for me by the stairs. "Alpha has a great choice," Scarlett chuckled while gazing at me up and down. "Wouldn't have been possible if you hadn't helped him with the sizes," I giggled.

SCARLETT’s POV. He was seated on the porch when I walked up to him, my silk night robe hanging loosely on my body. My hair was held up in a scarf and I knew I looked smoking hot underneath the robe. I was putting on the red pair of lingerie Maria bought and I loved it, it looked so beautiful on me and I knew for a fact that Adonis would go crazy just seeing it. He was long done with his call and was just sipping on a glass of champagne when I walked towards him, a sleazy smile on my face.