Novel & Cerita Katherine Scarlett

she huffed angrily, leaning her back against the sofa. Katherine felt tears well up in her eyes as she couldn't help picturing the lady in her mind once again. She looked so beautiful and elegant, just like Rose, she was perfect and looked rich too. Indeed, she had no chance at all. Who would want an ugly nerd like her? With different thoughts running through her head, Katherine didn't know when tears began streaming unrestrained from her closed eyes. "Those were the type he preferred," she muttered in defeat. She'd lost already. How could she win over such an outstanding lady?

I say. "Scarlett… Hathaway" . …*

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

"Confused? Well I guess this will clear everything." Taking out a handkerchief from her pocket, she closes her eyes to remove the make up from her face. Making the lines of her scar to become visible. The press zooms in the cameras and gasp leaves everyone's lips.Their eyes almost coming out of their sockets. "This is my true self. This is who Vivian Lockwood is." There is silence for few minutes to only have the talks to begin. Is that a scar? It looks so ugly When did she got it?

She's a good example of someone who let their fame blind them. "Katherine, nice to see you." I politely greeted as she giggled up at me. Katherine Moore is her name; She was a pretty woman, tall with brown hair cut in a pixie haircut, and a lighter shade of brown eyes. We've acted together in a movie once a few years ago, and she's been working her hardest to seduce me since then but knowing that it was for my fame and influence and nothing else, I didn't let myself get any closer to her, keeping our relationship strictly professional.

Her tears fell this time as she wrapped her hands around my neck and pushed closer, so she'd be straddling me. “I thought it was real, Alex. At first, I thought it was another Isabella thing, and then you were laughing, smiling, dancing, even eating breakfast, lunch, dinner every mealtime with her in your lap, it broke me.....I was happy you were happy but it broke me." Katherine whispered. I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing the faint mark Scar had left, though she had tried to hide it with powder. The thought alone made my blood boil. “You have always been my queen. The only woman who could undo me with a single glance.”

I reply. "We are here to get you ready for the party. You must look gorgeous for the people and for Master Ravet... And die yourself." The blonde girl says with a bright smile on her face. The other girl with dark hair smiles at me shyly and I can tell that she is the quiet and shy one of the duo. "Hello," she quietly says. "My name Katherine. What is yours?" She asks without looking at me. "My name is Scarlet," I say to her. "Scarlet, the color?" The girl with the blonde hair asks with an excited look in her eyes and I almost laugh.

He spoke as he dismounted and took her delicate gloved hand in his own, leading the ebony stallion with his other hand. They had an agreement to meet on this deserted path each Wednesday, they had never met anyone else during their walks and were sure that their intimacy would not be discovered. Charlotte Winter was beautiful, golden ringlets framed a sweet face with keen, treacle coloured eyes, and her figure was thought to be among the finest in the village. Though his handsome profile and raven hair came from his mother's side, Lord William Northing was tall, broad-shouldered like his long-departed father.

She needed a scandal so massive it would destroy any chance of Duncan ever taking Amora back into his heart, child or no child. The heavy front doors of the mansion opened, and Xavier walked down the stairs, whistling a careless tune as he jingled his motorcycle keys in his hand. "Leaving so soon, Xavier?" Katherine’s voice purred from the shadows of the pillar. Xavier stopped, his amber eyes narrowing as he looked at her. He took in the sleek red dress and the diamond Star of the Crescent necklace resting against her collarbone. His inner wolf gave a low growl of pure distaste. "Ah. The future Luna. Or whatever title you're calling yourself today, Katherine."