Novel & Cerita Beneath A Scarlet Sky Reviews

He ordered and the rest of the assassins walked into the room. Omar held out his sword and stepped in front of Mariam and the girls to shield them but Mariam was quick, she ran forward with a shout and slid across the smooth marbled floor, the material of her outfit eliminating all friction to give her an easy slide, she unsheathed two swords in the process. The assassin who had stepped forward swung his sword at her but he wasn't fast enough, she brought her hand up in a powerful swing and the sword sliced the air, his arm fell away from his body and he shrieked in horror and pain. Without giving him time to recover, she stood up, now standing behind him and swung her sword again, her next

Vivienne sends him to look for them. Lamia and Niall discuss their winnings in both territories. It leads to her asking him to kill the Knowles as she believes they're really traitors. She also explains Scarlet is the next target while the strongest warriors are still in Blacktail. Fang is brought in to Lamia and she gets to kill him all over again. This time in front of a guilty Niall. Marquis makes it to Scarlet just in time to get Mal out before the vampires invade it.

POV: Scarlett Smoke still curled lazily into the morning sky, carrying the acrid scent of scorched metal and melted circuitry. Behind them, the Genesis facility lay in ruins, broken walls folding inward like dying embers, twisted steel and ash settling into an uneasy silence. Scarlett stood frozen amid the debris, dust clinging to her clothes and skin. Her lungs still burned from the desperate sprint. Her hands trembled at her sides. But none of it mattered next to Victor’s words, which echoed louder than the explosion itself.

But I do needs answers as to why I was thrown into this Gods-forsaken school. As I rummage through my bag, an overly tall blonde man takes the seat on the other side of Luca while a petite flaming red-head takes place alongside Seyla. I'm immediatly on edge being so close to new faces. Being the traitors daughter has shown me not to be easy at trusting anyone. My time in Skyless Keep has taught me you never know anyones true intentions. "Pretty hot for a prisoner," The blonde finally speaks. "Don't start, Rowan." Luca grits out.

Sky taunted back. “Am I forgiven?” Scarlet asked with pleading eyes. Sky studied her for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, she leaned back again. “You’re a walking disaster, you know that?” Scarlet blinked, caught off guard. “But,” Sky continued, “I believe you when you say you love him. And I believe you when you say you want to help us get the real culprit behind Mike’s accident. So here’s the deal.” Scarlet straightened, hope flickering in her chest.

Under the sunset, his face seemed to be encrusted with a layer of silver, sparkling unreal, romantic amber-brown pupils, sideburns floating in the wind. Scarlet looked lost, if not for his masculine personality, he is also the ideal man. Bernie did not see Scarlet’s presence, his temper also became grumpy. "Are you waiting for me to bring the palanquin to pick you up?" Scarlet strongly pushed Bernie, who was blocking her line of sight. The bata shoes were soon crumpled and placed on the wet ground, and the green striped uniform did not cover the pure beauty of Scarlet. Her silky black hair fell to her shoulders, the bruises still lingering on her cheeks further adorned her white skin.

“I eat in a peaceful and quiet place where people mind their business and don't get to interfere, that's the difference.” “Peace is overrated,” he said, tapping her tray with his fork. “Companies make things interesting.” “You are confused with unwantedness.” Aria shot back. He smiled again unfazed, like he was used to facing rejection. She hated that smile, and the way he looked at her like he saw through everything, even though she wanted to throw her water at his face, he still looked unbothered, she was becoming curious on how fearless he was. “Why does he keep following me around? No one wants the scarred girl near them. Nobody.” She mumbled to herself.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

“I’m interested in your face... and everything below it.” She stiffened. “I gave you a choice. You made yours.” I tried to keep my tone light, but I couldn’t mask the tension in my voice. She didn’t respond, just stared at me with something unreadable in her expression. “She’s not like the others,” Blaze whispered in my mind. “Her energy... it’s wild, unbroken. Her scent is like nothing we’ve smelled before. Don’t treat her like the others. Don’t ruin this.” I clenched my jaw, struggling to rein myself in.

But his voice became serious after a second, "Lexie, you know what? Sometimes… the things we think are making us the ugliest person in the world, are actually the things that mark us as the most beautiful person instead. So in your case, this scar of yours makes you the most beautiful girl in the entire world in my eyes, and trust me, the scar that you are fearing about will make you stand out in the ball." Saying this, he almost reached out to touch the scars on my face, but caught himself mid-way, and quickly withdrew his hand. Meanwhile, it was like I was almost caught in a daze; nobody apart from my family had ever even acknowledged my scars in a positive light, and neither had I expecte