Scarlett Caraval の小説・ストーリー

"Since you want the title of Sable, I’ll hand it over to you. But the condition is that you must keep that secret to yourself." "Even if you’re willing to give it to me, Bernard will see right through me as a fraud. How do you plan to cover that up?" "That’s not something you need to worry about, Scarlett. I’ll handle everything." "Fine, it’s a deal." Scarlett stood up from the floor. "But, Vivian Carter, I won’t be grateful to you. Everything I have is a result of my own planning. I know you look down on my methods, but you can’t deny that in this game, I’m the ultimate winner."

Holding a bottle of champagne in her hand, Scarlett danced on the floor, swaying her hips on symphony. “Finally, Stacy is out of the picture!” She cheered loudly. “That wench dared to disrespect me.” Despite the lively atmosphere, the scarred man sat calmly on the sofa, his attention focused on the laptop screen. Overwhelmed with glee, Scarlett didn’t mind his behavior and spoke excitedly. “All thanks to your help, I was able to get rid of that lowly rogue wolf. I have no regrets marrying Jessica to Damon.” Scarlett raised the bottle to her lips and gulped down the champagne at a record speed. She shook her head and growled.

The last photo is Scarlett posing with a glass of what seems like juice in her hand, her long hair falls perfectly over her shoulder, with plum red lipstick gracing her lips. “Aurora.” Olivia nearly whispers. “I would definitely hit.” I joke. Caelum was right, I don't want to fuck his wife, I'm not into women, well at least not half as much as I am into him. The one emotion I feel towards Scarlett is anger, not because she's a bit of bitch but because she let's her husband loose on his leash way too many fucking times and he always tracks my scent so he can corner me, barking at me, keeping me guessing at the moment that he will finally bite.

Let your destiny pave way for you to to unite. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. . Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. I smile at this.... it was Vivian's selflessness.....she always tried to veil her pains...she never told me anything. Fighting her battles alone. But not after this...no more. Remember, Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. So Sophie knew of Vivian's scar....was she talking about the scar on her face.......no it is too small...plus how did Soph knew that night that the wound will scar.

Valerie looked down at her feet, not having an answer to it. “You don't get to talk to my pack members this way, Scarlet,” I said. She really needs to be put in her place. I ran my eyes over her look. She was wearing a spaghetti black dress with a very deep neckline that did nothing to hide her breast and left very little to imagination. A slit ran along the mid of her thigh to the end of the dress and she tied the look up with matching heels. She definitely wanted attention today. And I would hate to say it, but she definitely would get it. “I just came to witness Xavier's mistake. I wanted to know over what piece of trash was he ready to give up on real gold.” Valerie gasped at her harsh w

"Morning, Ron. Where's Scarlett?" I let out a cold laugh. "She's upstairs. Go find her yourself." Just then, Scarlett came down in high heels. She had changed into a new pair of black stockings and put on smoky eye makeup that gave her an icy, seductive look. Desire flashed in Chase's eyes as he immediately got out of the car to greet her. "Scarlett, you look absolutely stunning today. Even these flowers pale in comparison to you. "I ordered these first thing this morning. Happy Valentine's Day."

said the older maid, trying to sound serious. Scarlett could have explained to them that Karainas weren’t really witches and that witches as they probably imagined didn’t really exist. She could have also comforted them, letting them know she didn’t have any magic. But she was tired, her clothes were damp, and she had been sweating all morning because of her fever. So instead, she stood up straighter and spoke in a grave voice: “Karainas tend to explode like fireballs if they’re angered. So don’t anger me, and let me be!”

Who- Valerie's eyes widened as she remembered the woman who stood in front of her, flexing her tan skin, "Scarlett?" "Took you long enough," Scar replied mockingly, Valerie looked behind her to see the woman that she had been kissing, and she could honestly not believe her eyes. Talking about betrayal, this was the scandal of the year. "You are dating your dead husband's mother?" Valerie scowled unbelievably. Shamefully, Scarlett chuckled and nodded her head, motioning for Alan's mom, with her index finger to come. Valerie turned around once more to have a look at her. There was Henrietta Carson, striding towards her, wearing a bikini that showed the many stretch marks and flaps on her thigh

Lucian. Scarlett was very rude and ungrateful. I had bought her stuff, and she couldn't even say thank you for it. I am sure she would be in a dungeon if we were her father. That girl's heart is cold as ice. I knew she deliberately refused to clean up so she could stink up the place. She was indeed her father's spawn. Why did fate have to tie us to a bitch like Scarlett? I was hoping our mate was someone we could love. Since the seer said our mate was a Vladislav, I had lost hope in romance. As things were, I needed to talk to the guys. We needed to let go of this mate thing and reject the bitch. She was used goods and might be of no use to us since we had to be her first to claim the magic.

You’ve abandoned yourself to lust and you’re now blowing him with the full intent of getting him off — sucking and slurping his rock-hard length while grabbing at his ass, practically forcing him to fuck your mouth. He’s confused. “Wait, Mary, I’m almost… if you’re not careful I’ll…” he whispers, looking down into your lust-filled eyes. You don’t care. You want your rescuer’s cum in your mouth. You don’t care if he thinks you’re the world’s biggest cum-slut. You don’t care that you’ve both been forced into this situation. You don’t care who’s watching. You just want to give Dante his reward. In another twenty seconds that’s what might’ve happened. But you dimly become aware of a chanting fro