Miss Scarlet And The Duke Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

“You were to take me to the ranch near the packhouse, not here.” He steps into the clearing, and then he shifts. “I thought you should see it for yourself.” I narrow my eyes, but I follow his gaze. My body tenses. I see Scarlet in a sheer white dress lying on the stone. Her shoulder is bare, as are her legs. Her head flutters from side to side in some sort of trance. I roll my eyes. Seriously, they have to be drugged? That should be your first clue that you have no business fucking someone. Two old, fat Elders are removing her dress. Who the fuck would consent to this? Above her, just watching is Frank.

I was yet to recover from the old injuries, and now this one also added to it, leaving my body more vulnerable than ever. "Are you alright?" Scarlet bent down, her eyes fixed on my state as her hand came, helping me back onto the bed. "Let me get some water," she said, leaving the room. After all that, the only thing I wanted her to do was lead my mother outside my mansion. Relaxing my head, as my eyes caught sight of the time, which reminded me of my meeting with Darius.

I didn’t respond, storming out of the room. Scarlet. Just her name sent a jolt through me, the mate bond pulsing despite my rejection. I hated it. Hated her for making me feel this way. Hated myself for not letting her go. Scarlet’s POV The banquet hall glittered under the chandeliers, the air heavy with the scent of roasted meat and wine. I moved through the crowd, tray in hand, serving drinks to the pack’s elite while keeping my head down. My heart pounded every time I caught a glimpse of Devon at the head table, his forest-green eyes scanning the room.

They were going to spend the night together and she hadn’t had the chance to burn an illusion candle. Her steps faltered, causing him to stop. Her whole body trembled involuntarily earning a quizzical look from the Duke. “Forgive me, it would seem I have caught a chill. I will excuse myself to go take a warm bath now” she said, trying to pull her hand. However, it was firmly caught in his hand and he didn’t look willing to let go. Natalia felt her blood run cold. His red eyes looked more menacing under the moonlight.

She makes her statement in a confident and flirtatious manner, which just makes Jerk pleased. “Dress off, now,” he orders in a domineering manner. At his call, Scarlet whips off her dress, pulling it over her head and lays in her matching lace set. Jerk steps out of his jeans, hovering over her while he inspects her body as if he is checking an antique for defects.

It’s a memory I’ll hold close. --- Scarlet’s final entry about David is poignant. Her struggle between love and self-worth, and the way she cherishes their time together despite knowing they can’t be together, is heart-wrenching. It makes me reflect on my own experiences with Michael and Daniel. Michael’s actions, his ego, and the hurt he inflicted on Scarlet... it all feels like a tragic pattern of obsession and entitlement. Daniel’s unwavering support and his own declaration of love show a stark contrast. His willingness to wait and support me, even when I was uncertain, makes me realize the depth of his love. I’ve been reflecting on my own journey, and I can’t help but feel that true love

Scarlett couldn't help but notice the way his eyes glittered mischievously and how confidently he held himself - like someone who knew exactly what they wanted. "Can I help you?" she asked nervously, feeling suddenly out of place under his intense gaze. "I'm here for your dad," he replied curtly before disappearing down the hallway, leaving Scarlett feeling hot under the collar. She couldn't shake off how his eyes had lingered on her body for just a little too long, and she found herself blushing at the thought of him. Somehow, Scarlett thought he looked familiar to her. 'Nah, I could never have such a beauty by my side and still be hopelessly single all this while.' She shook her head.

I heard her scream and walk off. "damn dude that was brutal but so much fun to watch",Duke chuckled as he did paperwork. "I say we wipe out her rogues and see what she thinks after they don't show up when she calls them",he nods and we send men out. Scarlett has no idea we suspected her and we kept it that way.

Fear locks my throat like a frozen door. She stops in front of me, so close I can smell her floral perfume, sharp and expensive. “The Duke has moved on, you see,” she purrs, her eyes alight with cruel pleasure. “He has his rebellions to plan, his northern ladies to visit. He doesn’t have time for problematic, prophetic little upstarts who cause diplomatic incidents and get valuable assets killed.” Leaning forward, she lets her words slip out like a threat. Her tone turns sharp, almost silent. Now it’s your turn to face what comes next