Angry Scarlet Overkill Novels & Stories

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.

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

They chanted some meaningless words while Annik stared in bafflement. “It's clear that you neither killed the boy nor the girl. They've unified to become one and with the help of someone from your side, they will overthrow you. Your only option for clarity and strength to have the capacity to face a bit of them is to give Scarlet up.” Slamming his hand into the darkness in an attempt to hit one of them. Their angry yells made the whole chamber shake so hard that the front door almost got disentangled from its hinges. “How dare you!”. One screamed, slashing his shoulder, which automatically healed.

Storm remarked, already making his way towards an empty table. Scarlet's ears burned with embarrassment at his words, and she quickly followed him with determined strides. "What did you just say?! Give me my plate and leave me alone!" She attempted to snatch the plate from Storm's grasp, but he lifted it out of her reach. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her mischievously. "Get it if you can." "Mister Scoville, if you have no one to play with, then find someone else and stop bothering me!" Scarlet retorted, standing on her tiptoes in an effort to reach the food.

“I’ll give you one minute to make up your mind.” “Are you going to call out the Five Virtues Temple, or the Yorks from Hong Kong?” “I’m fine with either.” Scarlett’s eyes twitched. In a fit of anger, she stomped on the ground. Shattered tiles flew all over the place immediately after. The elites instinctively dodged them. Smoke and dust thickened the air. Scarlett took advantage of this and leapt toward Harvey, aiming her gun at him. “If I kill you, no one will need a statement!” she screamed.

“I am your Luna.” Frank says, “Sugar.” Scarlet recoils, “What?” Frank looks at me. Scarlet tries desperately to turn his head, but she can’t. Then something inside her breaks. She pulls back. Her face contorts with a mix of rage and rejection. Then she shifts. She lunges straight at me. I roll out from under the guy’s foot. I dodge her attack. “Fuck you, you mangy excuse for a wolf!” She keeps coming. Jack cheers. “Do it, Scarlet. End her.”

she spat, her anguish twisting into resentment. Before I could respond, she lunged at me, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into a whirlwind of chaos. Nurses rushed to intervene, attempting to pry her away as the room echoed with the harsh sounds of grief and rage. Through the blur of tears and pain, I felt the weight of her accusations and the sting of her physical blows. In the midst of mourning, I found myself burdened with an accusation that cut deeper than any words. ***

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.