A Study In Scarlet Women Novels & Stories

There was no warmth, no depth, just a carefully painted face hiding God-knows-what underneath. So this was Juno’s type? Women who were all packaging and no soul? I glanced at Rome and saw the same disgust in his expression that I felt brewing in my gut. Alyssa and Scarlet… they shared a bloodline, but that’s where it ended. Scarlet had the fire of realness. A beauty that didn’t need makeup or designer dresses. Her eyes didn’t just look at you, they stripped you bare. And her voice, that damn voice, could tear you apart or make you melt.

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.

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

So this was how it ended. She stood slowly, gathering her things, when a shadow fell across her path. Liora blocked her way like a fucking wall. Liora’s eyes were sharp. “What’s your aim here, you widow?” Liora snapped. “Coming back here like you own the fucking place?” Scarlet didn’t flinch. She calmly packed her notes into her small, elegant bag, then looked up with a smile so sweet it could poison kings. “Do you really think I’d drop my degree because of you?” Scarlet asked coolly. “I need that fucking certificate, bitch.”

At this moment, Scarlet resented the fact that her charm was only effective on men. If her charm had the same effect on a woman, Scarlet did not have to worry about this woman’s objections. Kimberly was just an ordinary and weak practitioner who could hardly withstand her attack. If this trick worked on women, Kimberly would be more subservient than Figo. Scarlet could only play the humble act and hope to reduce Kimberly’s hostility. As an employee of Bijou Parlor, Scarlet was a diplomatic person. Kimberly felt much better at Scarlet’s humble attitude. Since Scarlet was willing to lower her stance, Kimberly could consider this matter.

“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.