Scarlot Rot Novels & Stories

“Girl, nah. Bad week for red. Take the green ones instead.” Aria paused mid - motion, her hand hovering over the paper bag. “Why?” The woman leaned forward a little, lowering her voice as if sharing something half - secret, half - curse. “Rot’s been actin’ strange lately. Looks fine on the outside, but inside?” She tapped one of the apples with a chipped nail. “Boom — spores. I’m tellin’ you, something’s wrong with the soil. Bad energy, maybe worse.” Aria frowned, glancing at the apple’s glossy surface again. “They look fine to me.”

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

The room was almost similar to Tanya's spell room. There were candles, glass vials with different liquids, and books on the shelves. Scarlet moved around the room frantically, she took a glass bottle containing a white substance. It was like salt and she poured it on the floor making a circle around Vincent. She scattered everywhere looking for something. Cyrus appeared in the room, seeing Scarlet moving around scattering the books on the shelf. " What are you doing?" he asked her but she avoided his question, then she picked a book from the pile she had thrown on the floor.

This couldn’t be real. Leaning in for a closer look, Scarlett confirmed it wasn’t a trick of the light. Several strands of her orange curls had transformed into a silvery hue, giving the impression that she’d gone for a daring hair makeover. ‘Is this some kind of disease?’ she asked, seeking answers from Ulva. ‘I don’t think so,’ Ulva replied uncertainly. ‘Maybe... it’s connected to the other changes,’ she added, referring to Scarlett’s newfound strength. Turning to the mirror again, Scarlett tentatively touched her hair, gasping once more. It felt normal, like any other day, except for the surprising change in color.

Scarlett was ours; we would love and cherish her to the last day. "Have you noticed Scarlett's eyes are getting greener every day?" Maxwell said, and I nodded. I had noticed it too but Ignored it. "That is an unusual eye colour. It is almost neon, especially knowing she wasn't born that way." Clay deduced, and I sighed.

Yori chuckled with a shrug. "Come on, let's get back to work. We have to hurry." She said and Imogen nodded agreement. Moments later, they were done with their childish but harmful plan. If Scarlett returns at night and have a shower_as she's likely to do, her entire skin would develop rashes hours later and her hair color would change to a mixture of purple, blue, red and yellow. How horrific she'd look. Only Imogen and Yori knew where she got such substance. Even Cora was clueless and had no idea what they were up to at the moment.

She said. It was only then I noticed the marks on her neck. I stopped walking and brushed her hair from the side of her neck. That is when I saw all the fingerprint marks running along her neck, they were dark in colour and prominent on her beautiful skin. “Scarlett, is this how these marks got on your neck?” I asked with sadness in my eyes. That was when she put her head down. She didn’t want to look me in the eyes. I could hear her sniffle.

” promises he made. “Oh , Scarlett…” Ma said. I tried to hold the tears, with my Adam's apple moving up and down. I looked up to her. Her eyes filled with sympathy for her daughter with a cursed fate. Her pale face peeked out pink hue from her cheek to the top of her nose. “I've always known you to be a strong woman, don't fall my hand now.” Her thumb rubbed my pale face, wiping away the agonized tears.

Ann waited for her to leave before scurrying through her morning plan, she made sure to apply some soothing balm under her eyes before rushing to the green salon. Lady Arnold was sitting on one of the blue seats. Ann had always wondered why the room had not been named a blue salon. Nearly everything in the room was blue and the only green she could find was the leaf of a flower that Lady Arnold perhaps planted. “ Your grace,” Ann let out, gaining her attention. “ We should be on our way, I'm sure Ravenscroft must have readied the mares,” she announced standing up. “ Are we riding them?” Ann inquired.

The water was a deafening roar against the glass wall that did nothing to cool the fever burning between them. Elian’s silk shirt clung to him like a second skin, sticking to his ribs, giving a very erotic and sensual look, and Dex couldn't help but admit that he is obsessed with that look on him, he wants to be the one to ruin his husband over and over and over again.