Angry Scarlet Overkill Novels & Stories

Harry was clenching and unclenching his fists, he was very furious to see them close like that. Meanwhile, Sally wasn't even an exception, she was very maddened and filled with sparks of jealousy. "I will kill you, Scarlet." She mentally growled. "This time I won't only stab you, but I will kill you with my bare hands for trying to snatch what's mine for the second time." She vowed. Stepping out of the party was Fords, he was frantically searching around for Scarlet but when he saw her with Nicolas he suddenly find himself becoming angry.

I said “Oh, that’s an apology Christmas gift from Beta Kim. She is sorry for everything. She can’t face you and asked me to give you this. She hand picked them from mothers gardens so you can’t say no to it” said Scarllet retyping to sound strict “Doesn’t that your friend have any self respect in her blood? She tried to kill Nina and I will never forgive her for it” I said

Elara smiled in victory before she went to the door. The festival had not even started, and already there was conflict. --- Scarlet went into her chambers, and her anger filled the room. She began to throw objects across the room, and vases broke against the walls while perfume bottles crashed on the floor and her silk pillows tore under her claws. Her maids rushed in to calm her, but one of them was not fast enough. Scarlet pinned the girl against the wall, and her fingers tightened around the girl's throat while her golden eyes showed her rage.

Tristan froze for a moment, and I took the chance to yank my hand free. "Trying to play hard to get?" He scoffed. "Don't come crying when this blows up in your face. I'm not playing along." "You don't have to worry about that." I rubbed my reddened wrist, then turned to leave. "What do you mean? What's wrong with you? If you wanna break up, just say it!" He grabbed my arm from behind, his expression livid.

The pain was unbearable, but Ima kept working in the background, mending the damage as quickly as they inflicted it. Scarlet's lips twisted into a sneer as she paced around me, her gaze full of venom. “You really think you’re better than us, don’t you?” she spat, her voice laced with mockery. “Prancing around like some innocent little angel when, deep down, you’re nothing but a cheap, desperate whore.” Layla leaned against the table, her arms crossed as she laughed. “She’s delusional, Scarlet. She actually believes she’s worth something. As if anyone would want her after this.”

I do not want him to lay any claim to my will, because I regret his birth and everything I had to do with his mother. The second is the mother, Helen-Nora Sinclair. I was obsessed with her sister, and that was my downfall. And she spat on me on the way down. I would like you to remind her that even from the grave, I have power. And the man I would like you to do away with is Damian Blackwood.

And that would only hinder our chance of winning. I made the best choice. If she dies, I will carry the weight of her death for the rest of my life, and if not... I'll figure out what to do later. (PoV: Scarllet) "DAMN IT!" I scream and knock a tree down to the ground, "What a fool I am!" I knock down another tree, "He will never feel anything for me!" I cry and lean against one of the few trees I haven't knocked down.

I might have nothing but I will still stand like a pillar. I still don't understand one thing. Why couldn't he kill me that day? He said something is holding him back. Is that even possible? A tattoo on the leader's chest. I don't have tattoos. I have scars. Tears blurred my eyes as I put my hand on my chest. My scars define how strong I am. They might not allure anyone. I might be ugly in the world's eye but I know how these scars have made me strong. If they are powerful so do I am.

“What do you think? You can snatch him? I will kill you, you bitch.” Scarlette Reddy strangled Sara Owen and pushed her to the railing. Sara Owen could not breathe and Scarlette Reddy was mad enough to kill her. “Scarlette.” Rudra Reddy had heard the noise and returned. He pulled Scarlette Reddy and pushed her away. “You stay away from here. I will kill her tonight.” “Shut up.” Rudra Reddy slapped the mad woman. Scarlette Reddy stumbled on the ground unconsciously. Sara Owen was panting heavily in terror while placing both her palms on her neck.

She truly felt she had nothing left to live for. Scarlet walked with her head down, dejected, barely even noticing the cars. She felt, inside her, something slowly stirring, welling up. It was a slow, simmering rage, something unsatisfied, something that needed to be fulfilled. It was a desire to take revenge on something. On someone. A desire to feed. She felt her skin itching, all her senses on edge, like, she imagined, a drug addict probably felt when needing a hit. Previously, she had been able to keep it all in check. But now, she couldn’t hold it back anymore. More and more, she felt as if she were about to explode. She had a sinking feeling that once she found her next target, she’d b