Scarlett Nocturne Novels & Stories

Scarlet I patiently waited for the Alpha to come back, and it was already 10 at night and still the Alpha is not yet back, I decide to take my bathe and put and smell nice, my initial plan was to take my bath after the Alpha leaves but since it looks like he's not coming back soon let me have my bath, I walked to the closet and opened my bag, I brought out my night and all the things I would be needing, though this room has everything I need I still want to use the ones I came with

Grey is usually a dull colour that helps you blend in and in most cases that’s what it does. but for some reason she stood out which was the opposite of the desired effect. A small wind blew, and her hoodie flew away revealing a tattoo on her neck. The tattoo that was embedded in my mind and often would give me nightmares. It was one unlike any other, unique, and scary at the same time. It was the blood mark curse, the girl turned around and her eyes landed on me, those green eyes and blonde hair. It’s her, its Scarlet. she looked at me for a moment and I could tell that she recognised me from our very brief encounter.

Scarlett’s hair cascaded unbound, a river of molten starlight rippling in the gentle wind, her body draped in a translucent silk gown that shimmered like a veil, so sheer it clung like mist, revealing every curve beneath, leaving nothing hidden. His breath caught, a sharp hitch in his chest, as her honey-brown eyes locked onto his, fierce and unyielding despite her servitude. The breeze seemed to freeze, the air thickening with unspoken tension, the scar across his left eye stark in the moonlight. Scarlett stood tall, her gaze held no submission, only a blaze despite the chains of her status that stirred something primal in him. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing them in a moment wher

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.

Shadows and spears of sunlight danced off of the angles in her face, toying with B’s mind. She was beautiful, yes, but seemingly ageless. Her billowy dress was cut low and stitched from layers of lace, velvet, and tapestry. B wanted to reach out and feel the luxurious texture between his fingers. It had been months since he felt anything other than the truck’s pocked steering wheel and his cleaning supplies. A crescent moon necklace hung around her neck on a long gold chain. The moon drifted hypnotically between the soft edges of her cleavage. “WY isn’t here, of course, but you know that. He’s in Dubai this month,” she said as she led him toward the back patio door.

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did

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.

Scarlett thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep because her mind was one big mess, but it was quiet in the room and just the right temperature, so she fell asleep quite easily. When Scarlett woke up, thousands of lights were on the outside. She stared a while blankly and got up from the couch, and then she found there was a thin blanket laid on top of her. Meanwhile, the light inside the room was still turned off, so it was fairly dark. Despite that, she felt a pair of eyes on her. She took her phone out and saw that it was 8. She walked toward the bed and lifted up the quilt, and lay down next to Francis.

The sound coming from a horror film behind me battered when the thunder strike with the high volume that even the next building can be disturb. "Go to bed now," I commanded and closed the Tv. "Party pooper, the best scene was yet to come!" "I'm not sleepy!" And they started complaints, but in the end, they still follow me and eventually go to their room. I left a note besides Nate to take care of everything while I'm at work. I choosed to walked instead to use my scooter this time, the nighttime in the city is beautiful opposite from the morning, morning is a curse. I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?