Scarlet Red ✔

A hand land on the back of my neck turning me around "don't turns your fucking back on me" he growls in my face , heat pool down my core while I smirk "what's wrong Sandro ? Don't tell me your jealous" I pout "You wanna know what he did" his hand is know on the front of my neck squeezing it lightly "what you couldn't do hmm" at each word he squeeze "you should've been here fuck maybe I should've just spend the night and let him f-" He slams my back on the wall making me grunt and laugh at the same time "Shut the fuck up Rose" , my legs wrap around his waist "make me" I whisper and that's all I needed to say before he rip my dress off me "you better buy another one" I say before latching my mouth on his . 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 They're supposed to hate each other but now something connects them and their life is forced to be together again for better or for worse. Synopsis inside Please give it a try <3 #1 ongoing 03/10/2023 #2 whitman 09/10/2023 #1 secretbaby 17/02/2024 #1 blackauthors 25/05/2024

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

He kept on staring at me but I ignored him, at least I tried to. He was sitting right beside me and although I was looking at the board I still could glimpse his form facing me, he seemed to be looking at my lips. I wasn't able to take it any more. I slowly turned to him, he was indeed staring at my lips. "What??" I ask feeling self cautious as I fought the thought of wiping off my mouth. He slowly licked his lips and said, " nothing" as he shook his head " your lips ... they just look so kissable" he added slowly and calmly after a while causing my heart to overreact, my eyes went wide and my mouth to turn into a forbidden smile. "What?" I asked as I tried to give him a weird look but I couldn't stop smiling, the forbidden smile seemed to be taking over my entire face, slowly but surely. This book is in the point of view (P.O.V) of the main character (first person) with an exception of chapter 1 which is told by the narrator (second person) { Book 2 - Revealing Secrets https://my.w.tt/bF5lujvGo2 } When this book was reviewed by yours truly it was summed up to 50 chapters. Sorry if you find some of the chapters a bit too short . Lol.

"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...

"Thank you." I answered while biting my lip again. I heard Damon groan as he stood up and walked towards me, getting down on his knees when he reached me. My legs slightly opened causing him to come closer, I suddenly felt his teeth pull out my lip from between my teeth. "I told you to stop biting that poor lip." He spoke against my lips. I felt my heartbeat quicken. It's now or never Janelle. He was about to get up but I pulled him back down with my hands on his jacket. He looked deep into my eyes seeking for permission so I crushed my cold lips against his warm ones. *** Warning: This story consists of sexual content and vulgar language! Enjoy❤️

[COMPLETED] "You were mine the second you stepped foot in my club. He growled into my ear making my whole body burn with need. "Knees. Now." My knees threatened to bend and fall to the ground, but I have to stand my ground, I can't back out now. He promised punishment and I wanted to see just how much he was willing to let me take. "I don't belong to anyone but myself." I snapped back, surprised that it came out of my mouth. "You have one more chance. Knees." His eyes were no longer it's regular light color but now almost completely black and full of lust as I stood still, not moving an inch. "Wrong move baby," he chuckled, "if you want to act like a brat then you'll be treated like one too." He wraps a hand around my throat pulling me closer and whispers in my ear,- "I'm going to have your sweet voice begging and begging for me and when I finally let you have it, you'll have it over and over again to the point you'll be begging for me to stop." I gulped and then nodded, this was going to be a long night. "Words my love." He chuckled at the sight of me trembling with his hand around my throat, tightening it. "Y-yes sir." Was all I managed to splurr out. What was once a strong independent woman who stood her ground, was a girl who was wanting and begging to be punished. "I want you naked, kneeling and waiting for me in your bedroom, I have some work to take care of. I'll be there after." Then without another word, he walked away. ------

Instantly my face becomes straight in dead seriousness as I clear my throat."You shouldn't be seen with me anyways." Arching his beautiful eye brows you could tell he was generally confused, almost like he wasn't aware of the rules. "Why not?" Noah questioned. "Oh, come on don't pretend you don't notice I'm black!" "I'm fully aware that you're black, but that doesn't tell me why I can't be seen with you!" Sighing as I rolled my eyes I explain. "Certain folks around here don't take to kindly when our people mingle!" "Oookkkaaayyy-who cares what certian people around here thinks?" Shaking my head as I rolled my eyes once again, he just didn't get it."Look, I've seen what happens when certain people catches guys like you, talking to girls like me, I don't know you all that well, but no one deserves that type of beating." "I don't like being told who I can and can't be interested in." "Nobody does." In this love story Scarlett a black woman unintentionally goes against the social norms when she falls in love with Noah a white man in a town that is permanently stuck in the 1950's segregation in the south type era, only thing is, its not the 1950's, it 2018.

"Why are you calling me at two in the morning?" Cher asked. "Why aren't you next to me at 2 in the morning. That's our agreement. It's my night." "I'm helping your sister and you canceled on me... After I showed up to your house." "You are always out for revenge. You should watch less soap operas." "If you take my stories off the DVR I will never have a reason to return." "Why are you always right. I despise it." She laughed at my tantrum. "Goodnight I'll see you Monday." Fuck. Tomorrow was Sunday. Sunday was her lessons with Lukas and his fiancé. "Come after you see Lukas." "Nope. We don't exist to one another for one day out of the week." "And we split the remaining six days equally. I know the contract I typed it. I want to amend that part and add that you can never see my siblings again." "Go to sleep you big baby. I'm keeping your sister away for two nights. You owe me a lot. Now, let me sleep." "I want you to sleep on top of me." After I said that I got a dial tone.

Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it a memory... You know you're in love when you can say anything to the person and you know they won't laugh at you. When you can see their face when you close your eyes. When you can still feel their arms around you holding you tight after they're gone. When you can still taste their kiss after you have said goodbye. You can tell you're in love when you miss them before they're gone. When their voice lingers in your ears. When their presence eases any pain. When their name sends chills down your spin. When they're the only thing you can think about. You know you're in love when you can see all their hopes and dreams and their soul when you look into their eyes. When they call you at four in the morning to say, "I Love You" and mean it. When your tears stain not only their shirt, but also their heart. When even a simple chore done with them can become a lasting memory. Ultimately, you know you're in love when you can't imagine living without them and can't figure how did you live before you knew them. When they fulfill every need and without them you're incomplete. The love of someone else completes the heart, and sound and mind all at once. 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎-𝐟𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏