Gone With The Wind Scarlett Novels & Stories

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.

"H-Hey, let go!" "You deny it, huh? Thief! Give me back my necklace!" Sydnee's scalp went numb from Catarina's tugging. She pushed the girl away, but she yelped when Catarina held her hair tightly, not letting it go even for a second. A mouthful of curse came out from her mouth and she held Catarina's hands.

Three years into our marriage, my husband, Colin Richardson, changed the username he'd used for six years. It became "AThousandAnswers." I asked him why. Colin ruffled my hair and smiled. "Doesn't your name have 'Ann' in it, silly?" I laughed. I even took a screenshot and posted it on social media with the caption: "My hopelessly unromantic husband just surprised me with the sweetest gesture." Then last weekend, I drove his car to pick up my mom. When I connected my phone to the bluetooth, another paired device popped up: "LoveHasAThousandKnots." Love Has a Thousand Knots. A Thousand Answers. My hand slipped off the steering wheel. That night, while he was in the shower, I opened t

The one who’s wormed her way under my skin without even trying. Tara. I shouldn’t care that she left the meeting early. Shouldn’t care that she hasn’t come to find me. Shouldn’t care that she looked like she might cry when I opened that goddamn journal. I shouldn’t. But I do. And I don’t know what to do with that. A small hand slips into mine. I freeze and look down, startled. Scarlett beams up at me, her curls wild, cheeks flushed from running. “Hi! You’re going to the creek, so I’m coming with you. Mommy says I’m not allowed to go alone.”

The air grew colder as I approached, and a strange sense of foreboding settled over me. I pushed open the door, the faint smell of herbs and incense filling the air as I entered. The witches turned, their faces unreadable as they looked up at me. “Where is she?” My voice was sharp, the urgency clear in every word. “Scarlett. Where did she go?” One of the witches stepped forward, her gaze steady as she met my eyes. “She has gone to the cursed tree.” The words hit me like a blow, and anger surged through me. “And you let her go? Alone?”

***Scarlett*** I revved up my engine, overtaking the cars that were ahead of me. I looked down at my watch—It’s two minutes until I get to the port. My instincts kept yelling at me that I wasn’t going to find Scarlett on this road. This is the main road and it made sense because those werewolves wouldn’t be stupid to attack her here where the road was busy. The bastards could get hit by speeding cars. They wouldn’t want to hurt themselves in the process of chasing after her.

Things went fine with Scarlett and her parents. Sebastian eventually bought them a house; Scarlett's parents needed to stay in New York for the upcoming wedding. The preparations were going quite smoothly and it was time for Scar to go for the official bridal shopping. Natalie of course was supposed to go with her for the bridal outfit selection. They arrived at Ash ventures and Scar went in to get the credit card from Sebastian. He was seated in my his office when the knock came at the door. “Come in.” Scar heard his deep yet smooth voice call out from the inside and she smiled before pushing open the door.

Their departing footsteps echoed in the emptiness, leaving behind a trail of harsh echoes that reverberated through my thoughts. Amidst the lingering sting of their words, Jason received an urgent call. Despite the sorrow etched on his face, he explained the situation and apologized for having to leave. ""I have to go, Celicia. It's urgent. I'm sorry I can't accompany you, take care of yourself," he said, leaving me standing alone in the graveyard, abandoned once again. As the reality of solitude settled in, the graves around me seemed to symbolize the myriad losses I had endured. My grandmother, my family's support, and now, even Jason's comforting presence—all gone in the wake of an unexpe

the water began to whirl underneath us but Gil hadn't noticed. "Because I can do this," Scarlette flicked her wrist and a powerful tornado of water shot out at Gil, sending him crashing through a tree. "Ta ta, my little cutie!" Scarlette shrieked and laughed evilly as the water dragged us under. I closed my eyes and bore the wicked feeling of getting swallowed with fangs ripping through the surface of my skin, and then getting vomited.

She pushed him away and adjusted her coat, an icy calmness settling over her. "I accept your challenge," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I will prove to you that I am more than just a pretty face." Romero raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering across his features. "Very well," he said. "You have a week to show me what you're made of. Fail to impress me and you're out." Scarlett nodded curtly and turned on her heel, striding out of the room with purpose. "I hope you enjoy this hell of ours Scarlett…. Cause your world is about to be flipped upside down!" He raised his voice behind her as her figure vanished into the darkness of the night. "Welcome back to hell once again." He whispered