Scarlett Bordeaux Feet Novels & Stories

She looked at my dad and asked, "Connor, if you could go back in time, would you still marry me?" My dad turned to meet her gaze, but he said nothing. My mom finally shed tears of anguish. I sighed and said, "Mom, a true leading lady will never be obsessed with love. Even without a man, she can live an incredible life." For the first time, my mom did not argue with me. Then, she noticed the scars on my exposed arms. As if remembering something, she pursed her lips and asked, "Sienna, do the scars on your arms still hurt?"

“If anymore blood drops on my floors, you’ll be scrubbing the entire hall with a toothbrush until they shine.” Only thirty minutes had passed but it felt like hours. I gathered every piece of broken glass while the pack watched, some even made bets on how many times I’d cut myself. By the time I finished, my hands were covered with cuts and most of the guests had moved outside. “Finally.” Dante stretched and yawned like watching me was a difficult task. “I thought we’d be here all night watching the floor show.” “Don’t be too harsh, boys.” Luna Blackwood said with false sympathy. “She’s trying her best. It’s not her fault, right dear?. It's just too bad that her best is pathetic.”

"You may have prepared, but have you ever actually done it yourself?" Scarlett raised her chin defiantly. "I may be young, but I'm not inexperienced. I learned some stuff while I was in Europe." Without warning, Romero's hand shot out and grabbed hold of Scarlett's right hand, pulling her towards him until their lips were almost touching. Scarlett struggled against him, but he held her firmly in place.

The room spun, blurring the faces of those around me into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. The subtle effects of alcohol kicked in, revealing my delicate tolerance. The once-anonymous room rebelled against my unsteady movements, swaying gently. The comfort I sought was within reach, teasing my consciousness with its enticing dance. Stumbling through the whirling room, I found myself in the center of an ecstatic dance floor. The crowd enveloped me, every step a brief respite from the pain of betrayal. In the rhythmic beat of the music, I found fleeting comfort, a temporary escape from the ache in my chest.

"Five minutes ago." "Good. Because I brought champagne and I refuse to share it with men." She sweeps in, a bottle of Dom Pérignon in one hand and her heels in the other. Barefoot. Of course. Scarlett has never met a pair of shoes she couldn't abandon within an hour of putting them on. Her emerald dress is already slightly wrinkled, her red hair escaping from whatever elaborate thing she'd tried to do with it. She looks perfect. She always looks perfect, even when she's falling apart.

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

He carried her to his study table shoving books, and ledgers with one hand without letting her go for a minute. He moved to her neck hungrily nibbling on a little birthmark as she moaned again, then he moved to her ear traversing with tiny little kisses till he got to her lobe, and... she giggled with a loud snort before quickly covering her mouth with her hand. Richard chuckled and stepped away, Lord knows he used every ounce of will in him to step away. “ I possess very sensitive earlobes” she explained blushing with embarrassment. Richard stared at her while she bit her lip, she managed to look seductive even when embarrassed. Richard felt she was way better than all the opera houses, tha

I just watched in horror as Scarlet removed the dagger from her shoulder wiping the blood on the dagger, on her shorts. Bones began breaking and soon Skylar was replaced by a big brown Wolf. I looked at scarlet's mom who had pride in her eyes. " You've got this Scarlet you can't let her beat you.." she yelled while I just stood there helplessly tears spilling out. Scarlet was busy cleaning the blood off the dagger not even looking at her opponent who was running at her full speed baring her teeth

This will be the worst case of blue balls I have ever had. By the time I made it to the closet, Scarlet had put on a bra and was pulling up black leather pants. She had sitting out black combat boots and a black tank top. She even pulled her hair back into a side braid. I pulled out what I wear to every hunt and got dressed. She moved around and I watched her put a short machete looking knife in her boots. Damn, she is like prepared for everything. We finished up and I looked over at her, standing at the door, leaning against the wall, waiting. Her arms were folded under her chest and the leather she had on was damn fucking sexy as well. She was watching me move around.

Scarlett’s POV I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake anyone, and tiptoed to the bathroom. My body felt warm and tingly as I undressed, memories from the night flooding back to me with every movement. Standing in front of the mirror, I paused, my breath catching as I saw myself—red marks scattered over my skin, vivid reminders of last night. Each one was like a little secret, a story written in kisses and firm hands. The passion we’d shared left its mark, quite literally, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my heart racing with the thrill of it all.