Scarlett Bordeaux Hot Novels & Stories

Scarlett. I bet he has a hundred concubines chasing after him ,each more beautiful than the last. And there I was … sitting in despair, not knowing what I'll be of . This was not the first time, nor will it be the last I'll see panties in his suitcase. Each time my eyes beheld them, it feels as though my heart will crumble into pieces. I'd always feel this cold thing run through my spine. Who was that? I jolted out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.

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 asked, gesturing to the shopping bags. Scarlett straightened, abandoning Gas with a final pat. "Essentials," she declared, picking up the bags and moving toward the living room. "Stress-reducing tea, those French chocolates you love, some books that aren't about pregnancy or murder, and—" she paused dramatically, pulling out a small box from one of the bags, "—the most ridiculous rom-com collection known to mankind. If we can't leave this fortress, we might as well laugh at other people's relationship disasters."

Scarlett let out a low hum of amusement, sliding her hands into the pockets of her custom Valentino coat, before finally turning to Genevieve. "That was certainly fun and unexpected." Genevieve smirked. "I hate people who pretend to be something they’re not." Scarlett lifted a brow. "And what am I?" Genevieve looked at her for a long moment. Then, she smiled. "Something dangerous." Scarlett’s lips curled. "I feel honoured." Genevieve chuckled and stepped closer. "Since you're already here, how about a drink?" she offered, voice smooth. "A little celebration for the new queen of Élan Luxe? I’m really glad you took it off my shoulders at the right time."

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?"

“You can have a lot of fun taming her. We'll start at fifty thousand for her price.” I casually looked at the slave in question, studying her. My mind jolted as I caught sight of her face. Her dark hair, her soft features. Her beautiful but strained body, the pain and exhaustion on her face. Spice? Her name was not Spice. It was Marlowe. Marlowe Sage Kunetsov. I could never forget. What the fuck was she doing here? I inhaled slowly to call my racing heart. I was not supposed to be reacting this way. She was not supposed to be drawing this kind of reaction from me. At least, not anymore.

"Hey, look who finally crawled out from hiding." I froze. Cassandra's voice. It was snappy, sarcastic, and venomous. Echoing in the courtyard. She stood by the fountain, two girlfriends flanking her, phone held in her hand, camera already recording. Red lipstick smeared into a snarl that turned my stomach. "Careful, all of you," Cassandra yelled, teasing. "You want to keep your distance from her. She's very good at holding onto men. Especially, engaged ones." The courtyard erupted in cruel laughter.

A civilized evening of wine, music, and polite conversation beneath silver chandeliers while the pack quietly measured which woman looked more suitable beside Maddox Stormhaven. Scarlett arrived early. She wore pale silver again, though this time the gown was softer, more delicate, shaped to make her look less like a candidate and more like a blessing already accepted. Her hair was pinned beneath moon-white combs, her throat adorned with old Holloway pearls, and her hands folded with perfect grace at her waist. Beside her stood Lady Maerwynn Holloway. Rhea was not close enough to hear everything, but she saw enough.

Especially if I'm going to be Luna here. I took a shower, hearing Brendon come in only moments after I got in to shower. He brought my products to me and joined me for a quick shower. I looked up into his eyes as he met mine and I froze as my breath caught. His eyes were back to their amazing blue. He helped me get my back as we washed up together. The shower was mostly silent as we were able to take each other in and explore our bodies. Alpha Brendon was fit- muscular. He had only one scar on his body and it was located on his back, near his chest. Wolves didn't have scars because of how we healed. But his made me believe the wound he recieved wasn't normal. I'll have to ask later about it.

Scarlett said and led him to the mini table, she pulled out a chair and gently pushed him in. "Today you'd be treated like a king, and all will be on me, that's because I know you Asher , you're hard to please ,so please tell me when you want me to do anything for you" she implored. After several glass of champagne, Scarlett loosened the tiny rope holding her lingeries together, exposing her bare breast , the sight of her very pink and erect nipples sent chills down his groins.. " Scarlett you won't be the end of me" he muttered