Katherine Scarlett Novels & Stories

The woman in the long black down coat hurried up to Cyrus, breath coming fast. She tugged her scarf down, revealing a pale, soft, heart-shaped face. She looked flawless, her delicate features so fine they seemed as if they might bruise at a touch. Cyrus recognized her at once. Few people in Cretora would not. She was one of the hottest top-tier actresses in recent years, the woman countless men dreamed about at night. Her name was Scarlett "Mimi" Mistelle.

Her blonde hair perfectly going along with her dress and golden leaf pendant she was wearing. Scarlett was looking beautiful in her wine coloured off the shoulder bodycon dress. She had her hair slightly curled and let down. Her shiny black waves flowing smoothly against her olive skin. She had minimal makeup done. Just Kohl and lipbalm. Katherine and Mia were excited for the party. Mia was all set to get wasted and just enjoy without any care. Katherine was anxious and excited both to meet Carson and talk to him albeit she gets tongue-tied whenever she's near him.

In her place stood a woman with curves in all the right places, glossy dark hair that fell in waves past my shoulders, and golden eyes that held secrets. The girl they'd tormented was dead. In her place stood a queen. “Knock, knock.’ Kieran's voice came from the doorway. “Come in.” I held up the dress. “What do you think?” “I think you're going to give three certain wolves heart attacks.” “That's the idea.” He moved closer, his expression serious. “Kaia, what are you hoping to accomplish? Really?” I set the dress aside and met his eyes in the mirror. “Closure. I need to see them again, but this time as an equal. As someone they can't hurt.”

A sudden shout pulled Scarlett out of her sleep. “Damn, this Francis guy has a lot of famous girlfriends. Models, actresses, and even athletes. Ooh, Jennifer Lavender! My favorite actress.” Scarlett thought of that night when she was in Francis’s house, and the housekeeper had given her a nightgown that was just her size. So she had been right from the start, Francis was a real playboy.

SCARLETT Katherine is threatening the cops, they’re threatening her, and Olivia is backing her bullshit. The focus has shifted from the issue at hand, they’re ruining my plans, ruining what I’ve spent weeks and thousands on. I need to shift back to the mother who cried wolf, and I do, the moment Katherine drops the Cake knife onto the table and tried to throw hands with Estelle, I butt in.

I said quietly, "I suggest you walk away right now." Scarlett's face went pale at the threat, but before she could respond, she noticed Kieran approaching from across the room. His gaze was fixed directly on us, and his expression was dark. A calculating look flashed across Scarlett's features. "Oh!" she cried out suddenly, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. She deliberately loosened her grip on her wine glass, letting the deep red liquid splash across the front of her expensive white gown. "Oh no! I'm so clumsy!" She immediately put on a performance of tearful distress, looking around as if embarrassed by the accident.

She was wearing a stunning emerald green jumpsuit that made her look like a disco queen, but her hair—usually a sleek curtain of silk—was pulled up into a messy bun that looked like it had been constructed during a natural disaster. She stared at me, her eyes wide. “Eliana!” She grabbed a stack of papers from her desk and hugged them to her chest, as if shielding herself. “I didn’t know you were coming.” “Marco told me you’re having a breakdown,” I said, closing the door and leaning against it. “What happened? Did the florist mess up the Gala centerpiece again? Did the chef quit?” Katherine threw the papers down. She groaned, a long, tragic sound, and collapsed into her leather executive cha

" Scarlett's heart pounded. The girl? As if she were a file. A subject. An experiment. Dominic slowly pushed himself to his feet, still weak from the synchronization chamber. His body instinctively moved in front of Scarlett. Protective. Always. His mother's eyes narrowed. "Still protecting her." Her tone carried something close to mockery. Scarlett's jaw tightened. "Who are you?" The woman's smile deepened slightly. "How rude of me." She stepped fully into the light. "Evelyn Kingsley." Scarlett's breath caught. The Kingsley matriarch. The woman behind the empire. The board. The school. The experiments.

Katherine looked up at the sign next to it, it was right, it was the women's restroom. Laure pushed her gold-rimmed glasses lightly, her whole body exuding a forbidden elegance as she looked at Katherine, who was dumbfounded and did not understand anything. “You…you got out of my way a little bit, got in my way.” Laure: “…” Unlike what he thought, thinking that she would be like the other girls screaming in panic but she just calmly told him to get in her way. Katherine slipped past Laure to get out, but as soon as she stepped outside, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Katherine's entire body staggered backward, falling into Laure's chest.

Chapter 29 Scarlett's POV As Katrina's greeting lingered in the air, I stood there, feeling a mix of confusion and discomfort. Alexander whispered something to her, triggering a shift in her demeanor. A realization flashed across her face, and I could see a newfound confidence replacing her previous confusion. With a coy smile, Katrina took Alexander's hand and led him away towards his room. I watched their retreating figures, an inexplicable ache forming in my chest. It was as if I had been left behind, cast aside and forgotten in an instant.