Novels by Scarlett Avac

Flinging her insecurities through the window, Geneva got to action. He'd seen all of her before, like why was she scared? She hastily dragged the duvet off their body and straddled Nicholas. Jo's eyes snapped open in surprise but when his jaw hung open a bit at the sight of her apparel, Geneva had to bite her lip trying to stifle a giggle. For the first time in a while, Geneva got to see his hair free from any gel holding them stiffly into place. His sift dark unruly short curls that were neat at the same time were a little damp and begged for her caress. She reached forward and tugged at that single stubborn curl on his forehead, then started yanking at it for no reason, maybe just to spite Nicholas. She truly was the troublesome one here. Because Nicholas wasn't saying or doing anything, just watching her play with his hair, Geneva soon got bored. She turned on the light and laid back down on the bed muttering, "Can't sleep without the light." Lies, and they both knew it bu

Nicholas' lips thinned in suspicion. "You mean the wine?" "What do you think?" Travis asked smugly. Nicholas had known the minute the man came in an all dark coloured cloth, kept his head down and stayed in the dark corners of every room, staring at Geneva in a way Nicholas didn't appreciate. He had known that the man had something up his sleeve. And now, the man smirked into the rim of the glass of wine, not bothering to hide the shimmer of an awful dark lust for his wife. Nicholas felt like punching him in the gut and making Travis or whatever his name was puke his soul out. The fingers Nicholas wrapped around his glass tightened and loosened intermittently, an outward picture of his rational and irrational self, struggling. He did not always feel like this for any other person. Infact, the only person who could be the reason behind him questioning his desires and on coming action was Geneva. And now, this person from nowhere was making a snarky remark about taking his wife and

"Make sure you don't make a move on Nicholas on your wedding night." "What?" Geneva shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She had spent so long waiting for the wedding night and Sharon was telling her this? Unbelievable. "Listen girl." Sharon's tight Jean clad fitted to her curvy form and she took a few steps to Geneva and sat beside her. "Don't you want to hear him say lovely cheesy things to you, even once?" "I do, I mean he does… sometimes, not nearly enough times as I'd wish for but you know," Geneva shrugged, "Nicholas is not the type of person –––" "Don't you want him to show you just how much he wants you? Make him make the move for once?" "But," Geneva's hair began to itch with nerves. She couldn't believe she was listening to marriage advice from her green haired friend –Yep, Sharon had dyed it green this time –that was in the middle of a lover's quarrel with her boyfriend. "But Nicholas is… Nicholas won't do a thing unless I do." "Shhh, young lady," Sharon brought out a

"Get into the car, quick!" Rita hurried her daughter and with a scowl on her face, shunned James who wanted to join them at the tiny backseat of the uber. James did something that resembled a ridiculous pout and trudged to the passenger's seat. Geneva's parents had woken earlier than she had expected, breezed through the bathroom in preparation and dragged her out, ignoring any of her opinion on having Nicholas over for dinner. This was mainly Geneva's strategy to have her parents calm down before then but once they had their minds made up on something, it was kind of hard to change that. Rita kept on persuading the young uber driver to speed up despite his obvious efforts to and James replied with a grunt, "Yeah, our daughter's future is kinda in your smallish hands." Typically said like her father, a man who felt the need to intimidate every living man in his sight, that allowed him. To prevent her parents from pressuring the fidgeting young man into colliding with something,

"Geneva sweetie!" Rita greeted heartily, "Been so worried, you've been so distant. I almost thought you'd make me go this week without hearing from you." "Yeah, about that mum." Geneva's inside churned with the thought of what she was about to say. "I don't know why I let your father talk me into refraining from calling you too often." Rita continued in a loud voice as the background on her side was noisy. "I'm in a saloon having my hair done, sweetie, that explains the noise! Just pointing that out before you ask." "Wait, mum, I––" "Hang on." Geneva could hear her mother's muffled voice whisper yelling at someone, "Not the red wig Rochelle, red always makes you look like a rag doll. No offense." "None taken. Not when we both know you look like an ill sewer rat in it." A voice, probably Rochelle's, hit back earning barks of laughter and snickers from a few women in the saloon and the two in question. Geneva was beside herself with worry and didn't have time for her mother and he

"Come on in," said Mr. Lu with a wide smile as he welcomed them both. "You're right on time, Lia is just getting done setting the table." Geneva took off her coat and hung it right beside Nicholas'. The room was very small and warm unlike the weather outside. It was a mass of creamy white and golden. The cushions appeared antique and matched neatly with the marbled wall. Mrs. Lu walked out from the kitchen with bottles of drinks which she carefully set on the dining table and turned to their guests with a smile. With her greying hair tied low and away from her face except the few strands that refused to give up on the woman's face, her smile brightened her features, helping her petite figure make her look younger. The Lu's were looking happy and content. It showed every time Geneva visited. "Geneva, good to see you." Mrs. Lu gently grabbed Geneva's arm and eagerly dragged her to the dining table offering her a seat. The woman was so dainty and small down to the soft voice which sh