Katherine Scarlett Novels & Stories

This situation was completely out of control. If Mr Starks was going to be stupid, I would show him how reckless I could be. There was suddenly a knock on the door and as I opened it, I found myself face to face with the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Her hair was tied up into a high braid that. Her skin was pale like porcelain and perfectly sculptured by God himself. It annoyed me that somehow my bastard of brother always got the good things. Why was she here? “What do you want?” My voice was hoarse from swallowing the initial lust that overcame me. She was absolutely beautiful…

~DIMITRI~ Happiness has a sound. It’s soft. Almost imperceptible. Like breathing beside you in the dark. And because it’s so quiet, you don’t notice when it starts to drown out your instincts. Scarlett hums under her breath as she moves around my kitchen, barefoot, hair loose down her back. She’s wearing one of my shirts again, too big, sleeves rolled up, collar slipping off one shoulder. The sight of her like this does something dangerous to me.

"She's exceptional, dedicated, but enough about that. Focus on you, don't let pride blind you to opportunities that could secure everything." The soft pad of footsteps on the stairs interrupted them. Katherine descended slowly, her heart skipping as she rounded the corner and saw him. There he was, her secret tormentor and lover, looking every bit the powerful CEO, but his gaze snapped to her like a magnet. She wore a sage green wrap-style crop top with a sweetheart neckline that clung to her full breasts and gave a nice view to the swell of the breasts. It had long, flowy sleeves with gathered cuffs and paired it with a high-waisted cream mini skirt. Her long light brown hair cascaded in lo

To be honest she found her own outfit to be more decent than others. "Are you perhaps staring at me because I haven't introduced myself yet? I'm Katherine , date of Mr. Parker, the man who is with the guy you came with" She pointed out which made Amara to steal a glance at the three men who were having a conversation on the other side of the hall. "Looks like you are a tough one to deal with huh?" Katherine commented as she noticed Amara's scars on her back by tilting her head a little. Amara just kept silent as she was embarrassed by her own self, and it made the Katherine to let out a small chuckle.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ + •*.』 ~THE VERY MORNING... Scarlett's 18th birthday was on the coming Tuesday. And she was getting scared by the second.

she humbly persuades me, but I take her hand appreciatively. “I insist. Let’s go have pizza and then after that, we can catch a movie.” “Movie?” she repeated after me innocently. “Yes, we’ll catch the movie that is on broadcast now, the CEO Wears Stilettos. Do you like romance?” “Definitely,” she answered cheerily. “I accept your offer, Sin. It’s the first time someone other than Mistress Lara has been so good to me.” “It’s only okay that I, as your boss, treat you well.” The words ‘treat you well’ would have sounded most apt when presented to Scarlet, but I fathomed she wasn’t ready for them just yet.

" Katherine’s face fell as she heard this. We can’t even pretend to be romantic, people are already noticing it. Katherine's outfit is a stunning contrast to Alexander's formal attire, reflecting her vibrant personality and love for fashion. She wears a knee-length, figure-hugging dress in a rich shade of emerald green, made from luxurious silk fabric that flows gracefully as she moves. The dress features an elegant sweetheart neckline and delicate spaghetti straps, accentuating her slender frame. The dress is adorned with intricate floral lace embroidery along the bodice, adding a touch of femininity and sophistication. The skirt of the dress flares out slightly, allowing for ease of moveme

“Why are you asking? Marriage never stopped us before.” Months ago, that would’ve been enough to fill my night. She’d been a reliable distraction. Today, she barely registered. My attention was elsewhere — pinned to the woman who had just entered the room in quiet, catastrophic glory Christ. Scarlett Bennett was the most dazzling thing I'd ever laid eyes on. Her brown hair was swept into a loose bun, a few rebellious strands framing her face. Her makeup was deceptively simple, lips brushed in soft peach. She spotted someone from her team and they exchanged words before she continued her damning walk into the room. The pale olive silk gown from Émile skimmed her body, catching the light with

"You said this would fix things. It had better." Footsteps on the stairs. Coming closer. The bedroom door swings open. Katherine Hawthorne steps into the room, and for a moment, everything stops. She's even more stunning up close than she is across a crowded campus. Forty-five years old and carved from marble — tall, ice-blonde, cheekbones that could cut glass, lips painted a red so dark it's almost black. She's wearing a cream cashmere coat that probably cost more than my car, pearls at her throat that scream old money.