Katherine Scarlett Novels & Stories

A civilized evening of wine, music, and polite conversation beneath silver chandeliers while the pack quietly measured which woman looked more suitable beside Maddox Stormhaven. Scarlett arrived early. She wore pale silver again, though this time the gown was softer, more delicate, shaped to make her look less like a candidate and more like a blessing already accepted. Her hair was pinned beneath moon-white combs, her throat adorned with old Holloway pearls, and her hands folded with perfect grace at her waist. Beside her stood Lady Maerwynn Holloway. Rhea was not close enough to hear everything, but she saw enough.

Katherine strode right towards what seemed to be the lady's corner. For the time being, she had enough of idiotic males. When she neared the circle of women, she noticed with surprise a familiar face among them. "Lady Brandon!" Lady Brandon, wearing a dark green dress and oversized blue hat, looked up when she heard her name. Her brown eyes lit up. "Katherine? Geez, didn't I tell you to call me Ella?" "Sorry! I must be influenced by these bothersome customs too much", Katherine apologized with a grin. Then she complained: "Save me, Ella! My betrothed is so grumpy today, it's unbearable."

Her surprise quickly changed to anger as she watched Madison carefully make her way past the swampy ground, on a wooden piece of wood and when she got past it, she dumped the plastic bag on one of the open dumpsters there. Katherine's fists clenched as she watched the bitch, jaw gritting as she assessed her from head to toe. For the umpteenth time, she wondered what was so special about her? What was so great about her that Damien would argue cause of her? She was the one making Damien, threaten and warn her, and she still wondered what spell she had concocted for her man? Hell he had even flied all the way to London to come see her. It was not like she was even pretty, and Katherine knew th

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

"Isabella, this is Katherine." Katherine’s breath caught in her throat as her mind scrambled to process the name. Isabella Seymour...? Her eyes widened, the realization crashing into her like a sudden wave. Of course. That’s why she had seemed so familiar—that striking red hair, the effortless confidence, the piercing blue eyes. She wasn’t just anyone. She was 'the' Isabella Seymour, the globally renowned actress, the woman whose face had been plastered across magazine covers, whose name carried power in Hollywood and beyond.

"Katherine's looking for you." I looked from Sebastian to scarlet. I wasn't entirely convinced Katherine actually needed me but I was grateful for the escape. "It was lovely meeting you." Scarlet smiled warmly. "You too." I walk away, resisting the urge to look back but failing miserably, when I glanced over my shoulder, I found her watching Damian. Scarlet I watched her go, the smile slipped from my face. "You know." I looked at Sebastian. "She's prettier than you described."

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po

Chapter 19 Scarlett's POV I wasn't scared anymore. I was angry. Whatever Christian was hiding wasn’t ordinary. And I was done waiting for answers. I hurried past Clementina, my feet moving so fast I felt I was flying. Heat rushed to my face and with each step I was taking deep breaths, completely ignoring the elderly woman calling out to me from behind. I pushed the door of every room in the west wing until I found his bedroom door and shoved it hard enough that it banged against the wall.