A Study In Scarlet Women Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

"This will work." "Oh," she whispered, biting her lower lip once again. "All of this is new to me. I just... I'm terrified." The words seemed to reverberate after she said them, the embarrassment riding her lovely face. "I understand." Scarlet shook her head. "I've never had a relationship with a man work. Not once. I thought I'd met every asshole in the world, but they were nice guys, just boring. They never understood my needs or even tried, and I could never figure out why."

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

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

Scarlet's POV Weeks passed and I was already used to the new normal. Sharon has made my life very miserable. Gamma Tyler found his mate some weeks ago and I wished she was like Tyler. I don't know why these ladies crave so much power. When she came, she and Sharon clicked quickly. They made it a duty to make life miserable for me. So far, today has been going well. I went to the laundry to collect some of Sharon's clothes. I headed straight to her room to drop them off.

"You may have prepared, but have you ever actually done it yourself?" Scarlett raised her chin defiantly. "I may be young, but I'm not inexperienced. I learned some stuff while I was in Europe." Without warning, Romero's hand shot out and grabbed hold of Scarlett's right hand, pulling her towards him until their lips were almost touching. Scarlett struggled against him, but he held her firmly in place.

I looked at Scarlette with an expressionless face. What we discovered was just a piece of a large puzzle, I could tell that much, and I couldn't be surprised by what Liviana did. It was no different from what humans and paranormals did. They'll do anything to get what they want. Everyone is selfish and has greed living inside of them, and I couldn't judge solely on such little information. I sighed and sat on the ground, lowering my head sadly with my hands between my raised knees. "Women sure are desperate," Scarlette said, walking over to me. "She killed her friend to seize her husband and went scot-free,"

My wolf would party if that was the case. "I hope so." And I didn't want to hide my hope. Scarlet had always been a nuisance to us, especially me. Just because she was obsessed with Alpha Cedric made her do anything including small things that a professional doctor like her shouldn't do. "Moreover, she is beautiful. She can get any man she wants." My wolf snorted at the thought. "And I know a lot of men who want her." Yeah, that was true. But I understood that an ambitious woman like her would want to get a higher position than what she had now. Being a doctor was already a very glamorous profession and was desired by many werewolves, especially women. But maybe she did want to be a Luna.

I was entertainment. I moved between the tables, gathering plates with trembling hands while conversations danced around me. Their whispers followed like hungry wolves. “Look at those arms. Like tree trunks.” “Margaret said she found food hidden in her room again.” “Disgusting. No wonder she can’t shift—what wolf would want that body?” My cheeks burned, but I kept loading the tray. Glass and plate clinked against the tray, and the sound produced covered most of their comments. “Careful with those,” Marcus called from across the room where he was busy entertaining a group of unmated females. “We all remember what happened to Mother’s antique vase.”