Novel & Cerita A Study In Scarlet Women

“Finish them.” Everyone smirked as they fought Solen’s men. “I thought Solen was powerful.” Scarlett adjusted her seat and leaned back to watch the show. “According to our research, she is a novice in a field like this, and she’s trying to get over us,” said Claire as she stayed next to Scarlett.

“The study. With ivory letter openers and globes and shit.” B tiptoed through the kitchen into the well-appointed foyer where he’d been greeted by WY’s mystical creature of a sister. The study sat on one side of the entryway, closed off by two double doors with ornate scrollwork. Carvings of snakes intertwined with fawns, men intertwined with women, and vines choking all of them ran from top to bottom. B put his hand on the doorknob and let his other hand run up the back of a snake wrapped around a woman’s torso. She was turned away from B, with her exposed rear protruding from the door. The pointed light of the headlamp reflected off of her backside. B let his palm rest on her rear and his

Whenever someone brought me one of her belongings, and I smelled her sweet honey scent, he would howl forlornly over his lost mate, and my chest would ache like someone had their foot on sternum. Whatever, he would get over it. We would get over it. But that didn’t mean I was going to sit back and let Sarah fuck around with other men. What gave her the balls to think she could just move on with her life? “He put his hands on me!” Scarlet screeched. “He held me by the neck!” I rubbed my temples. Scarlet was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the pack, but her theatrics were tiresome, and when she complained it made my head throb. I looked at her neck. She looked fine to me.

She looked at my dad and asked, "Connor, if you could go back in time, would you still marry me?" My dad turned to meet her gaze, but he said nothing. My mom finally shed tears of anguish. I sighed and said, "Mom, a true leading lady will never be obsessed with love. Even without a man, she can live an incredible life." For the first time, my mom did not argue with me. Then, she noticed the scars on my exposed arms. As if remembering something, she pursed her lips and asked, "Sienna, do the scars on your arms still hurt?"

She had lost face when all she wanted was to seem like a good person in front of the Alpha. Collecting herself shamefully from the ground while everyone watched, Scarlet smiled sinisterly at Sandra who wasn't buying into any of her theatrics. "Oww. It hurts," Scarlet cried out and Sandra snickered, making Mary give her the death glare. Aztec and Doctor Franzel watched the women make a mess of themselves while they stayed quiet and waited to see the end of this. "Get yourself up, and quit making a fool of yourself," Sandra said to Scarlet who was still looking for attention. She looked at her sister and if looks could kill, Sandra would be long buried.

"We are? We are attempting to get Dylan out of the picture without painting us as the killers. How else are we supposed to shoot?" By now, Scarlet had moved closer and she was standing behind the chair I sat, her fingers curled around the back of the chair. She shook her head as she said in a low voice, smirking "Despite being older than me, you two know nothing about men." She shrugged again, "Men don't really care about women's affairs. When it comes to us, all they're interested in is fucking us unless they're crazily in love which we know is somewhat rare in a mafia family," she glanced over at Bella and raised an impressed brow, "though I think Tavon is slowly falling in love with you.

————————— Scarlet stood before the mirror, gazing at her own reflection. All she could see is a misearable girl with a quest for blood In her hands; revenge. Her head was stitch. She was wearing the same flat gown she was wearing when she left Dennis mansion. She's already set to go back to the Dennis Massion. Just as she turned to leave, her door opened and Queen walked in. "Scarlet" she ran to hug scarlet but scarlet was too numb to hug her back.

The images of those trapped women and children still burned behind my eyes, leaving my temper on a razor's edge. “A real marriage indeed,” she scoffed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “I’m not going on a date with you, Lucien. Ever.” I took a slow, deliberate step toward her. She didn’t retreat an inch. She stood her ground, her beautiful eyes spitting literal fire up at me. I hadn’t expected her to fight me on something as trivial as dinner. I thought this was what women like her wanted. But Scarlet had always surprised me. I kept moving forward until I completely crowded her space, close enough to feel the furious heat radiating from her skin.

How long have those winged freaks been back in the area? I then lean forward onto my desk, resting on my forearms and putting my head down. I’m not physically tired; today wasn’t any more physically taxing than any other day, but I’m mentally tired. Between wrapping my head around the idea of vampires returning, to meeting with Scarlett’s parents, to preparing for the meeting with Leader Bruno, to beginning early strategy with the other ranked members and Dax, to holding down the fort while Scarlett was on her “don’t call it a date” with Alpha Raul, my brain has been working harder than usual. I think about my relationship with Scarlett and how a lot of male Betas would be resentful serving

The girl doesn’t even glance at them, her stance not faltering at all. In fact, her soft aura is overwhelming everything else. “I’ll leave you to it then,” Kat sighs and leaves the room. Ryder doesn’t reply, his focus on the screen. Scarlett D’arcy. There’s something about this girl which interests him. Is she going to retain her sanity? Or lose it? It’s almost as if he’s watching some kind of drama.