Angry Scarlet Overkill Novels & Stories

Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

With that, she left. Alone in the room, I stared at the shattered mirror on the floor. My ugly reflection shattered me. I clenched my fist and ground my teeth hard. They created this monster.” I said, looking at my reflection. “But it’s not over yet until I’ve gotten my revenge on every single one of them. Victoria Langston, I’ll make sure you all pay. This is my rebirth, now let me show you all the monster you’ve unleashed!”

Scarlett’s POV Midnight roared within me, her fury rising to meet his insult. The fire of her anger coursed through me, a molten resolve that he couldn’t possibly see. Garland had no idea the storm he had just unleashed. My blood boiled at his arrogance, at the audacity to call me worthless, to think I was helpless.

My body began to tremble as blood rain began to fall from the sky and people started screaming. "The child of darkness will be reborn and on that day, the sky will weep as it is weeping today. There will be no stopping what I have begun!" It cackled and suddenly wore my face before morphing into a duplicate of myself but clad in a dark dress this time. Hecate screamed. "That's her! The real killer!" She cried and shot her white glory at the demon. It dispersed into clear mist within seconds and she let out a loud cry. "What have I done? What have we done?" She asked her brother.

That song, was the mark that means the end of the game. She cried and cried her eyes out in joy. 'Thank god,' she said inside her heart. 'I have survived another day of the hunt.' —

Ann struggled to pull his hand from her neck. “ let me go you bastard” Ann whispered getting short of breath. “ Or what?” He smirked. “ What can you......?” he started but Ann scratch his face so hard, he loosened his grip, as one unfortunate finger entered her mouth and she bit it so hard she tasted blood. “ what the hell!” he groaned as ann pushed him away and gave him the hardest kick in the groin she could muster up. He fell to the ground writhing in pain. Ann was unsure where to go, but knew she had to leave as quickly as possible. So she ran until she jolted into someone.

It's chaos; I need to take control. The guards and mystery wolves are fighting. Everyone has shifted and attacking each other. The rogues' attacks are erratic and uncontrolled. It's like they don't know what they are doing. Our Elite Deltas quickly overpower them. One of the guards is about to kill one of the rouges. "We have to stop them. They are not rouges!" I franticly tell Inari. "Let me take control" I give Inari control as much as she can come to the surface.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

"You're the reason why I developed my so-called mental illness, Amanda. And this is what I got when those people pinned me down on the floor and beat me up after you sent me there. Is this what you meant when you said they took good care of me?" At the sight of the scar, Amanda looked as if she'd been struck by lightning. Her hand trembled as she reached out to touch the scar, but I flung her hand off. "Don't touch me!" I snarled before adjusting my shirt that had gotten wrinkled from her grip. "And one more thing. The twins are the result of the love my wife and I have for each other. I will never let anything happen to them. If you dare touch any of them, I'll drag you and Ian down to hell