Scarlett Bordeaux Hot Novels & Stories

Scarlet look at Dennis requesting for permission to stike her mission, Dennis nodded and assured her that he'll around the corner protecting her. Scarlet scoffed and walked off. Dennis hide at an isolated part his eyes fixed on scarlet. He watch as scarlet goes into a room instead of the bar, only to walk back into the club with a bum shot and a crop top revealing her tommy and boobs. She looks more hotter and sexier than when she wore a black gown. "The fuck, stubborn bitch" Dennis groaned as he felt like walking up to her but that will be too dangerous now.

"Watch your mouth." "Oh, so you're still protecting her even now?" Scarlett's voice rose slightly before she caught herself. "Even though she's moved on with another man? Even though she doesn't want you anymore?" Something flickered across Kieran's face - pain so raw that even Scarlett seemed startled by it. But instead of backing down, she pressed her advantage. "You know what? Fine. If that's how you want to play this game." She grabbed two glasses of elderberry wine from a passing server's tray. The liquid was a deep purple color, rich and potent.

"It's only been five minutes and Dante's already picked someone. Looks a little risky for you again, Aurora. Maybe I should change my bet? Is it too late?" "Wait, her face looks familiar." As someone said it, I realized it too. That face was indeed familiar. Scarlett. She was last year's thirty-days lover. Scarlett was a wildfire, the complete opposite of me. She wore an extremely short leather skirt, wild, unrestrained, and full of a primal energy. It was a feeling I could never give him. For me, a month was just thirty ordinary nights. Dante would accompany me to art exhibitions and wine tastings, over and over.

Well, when he looked so much like Carlos, it made it easier for her to get close. Because... Scarlet loved handsome men! She released herself from the man and took a step back. "Sorry, I feel really uncomfortable." She mumbled, rubbing her neck. "I don't know what's wrong with me." The man frowned. His hand moved as if he wanted to touch Scarlet, but he stopped at the last second and took a step back. "Do you feel hot?" He asked. Scarlet slid her hand into her gown and nodded pitifully. "It's so hot. Everywhere is hot."

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

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

My body felt like lead as I pushed myself up from the splintered floor, my knuckles raw and bloody. Nino and the guards stood ten feet back, their hands hovering near their weapons, staring at me like I was a wild animal that needed to be put down. I ignored them. My eyes frantically searched the room until they found her. Scarlett was huddled against the base of the bed. Her white silk dress was crumpled, her hair wild, her small hands shaking violently as she pressed them against her chest. Tears silently overflowed her eyes. And on her pale neck, right above the heavy diamond choker... were four red, bleeding punctures where my fangs had pressed into her flesh.

Scarlett blinked her eyes, thinking of him as a hallucination. But, when she looked up at him again, he was standing in front of her. She was tipsy because of the wine she had in her dinner. Scar specially ordered it for their anniversary which never happened and she just gulped the whole bottle by herself. The cold and domineering aura radiated from him, capturing her in the intense situation as if he was the emperor.

"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.

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.