Movie Scorned Novels & Stories

The king couldn't afford that, he wanted this man gone without a single trail leading back to him. I poured wine for the uncle, trying to win his attention with shy glances and soft gestures, just as Thane had instructed. The uncle, however, seemed uninterested. Instead of glancing my way, he was engaging with those seated around him. My wolf was anxious. “What if you failed?” She asked, I could hear her growl inside me. “Then prepare to be tormented again with me.” I answered in a silent voice that only she could hear. Suddenly, Thane spoke.

"What, no wine? No cheese platter? You'd think with all this pageantry, you'd at least spring for hospitality." "Silence, wench!" Scarface snarled, slamming the bars with his spear. I tilted my head, eyes narrowing just slightly. Shadows flickered across the floor between us, rising like the tendrils of smoke I hadn't meant to let slip. The torch nearest him sputtered, light bending as if swallowed. His grip on the spear whitened. I smiled. "Say it again." He didn't. ~

It doesn’t necessarily matter if he’ll take responsibility of the afterwards, for as long as her supposed betrothal withdraw his claim over me, then it will always be my success. A real right man destined for me would most definitely tries to understand what I had done with my youth just to meet him halfway in the future. If such man ceases to exist in such mad man world, then perhaps love was something not meant for a scandalous woman like me. Not that I needed one to be complete.’ Lady Francesca thought as she was looking at her exquisite reflection of irresistible beauty and presence. Elegant and classic.

Kira’s POV The laughter and music echoed in my skull, each sound a sharp reminder that I didn’t belong here. Reaching a group of elegantly dressed women, I bowed my head slightly and extended the tray, my heart hammering as I struggled to keep my grip steady. One of the women—a blonde in a flowing red gown—reached for a glass, but as I adjusted my hold, the weight of the tray shifted unexpectedly. My fingers fumbled, and before I could stop it, the bottle of wine tipped—

LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED . "Oh shit, did we walk in on a lover's quarrel?"

But I believed he had the power, influence, and money to erase every image and article before the day ended. But when I saw the defeated look on his face, I knew this mess might be beyond saving. He sighed. “My hands are tied.” “There must be something you can do. Anything at all,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. “I can’t do anything. I’m grateful for your contributions to this firm over the past six years. I hope you get to the bottom of this scandal. However, we will no longer be needing your services here.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and tears rushed out like a flood.

“Yes, do you have any problem with that?” “No, but I can’t allow you to spend the night in a hotel. I missed you, Scar, and I want you close to me.” Scarlett sighed and pushed her plate of food. “Do you only miss me because you want me to warm your bed?” Michelle ached her brows and wrinkled her nose. How dare she think that she only wanted her because of sex? Her lips passed as if she was carefully considering her response. Scarlett waited, aware that she had shocked her; “how could you think so little of me, Scar?” Scarlett kept mute, she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t move. Added to the emotional woes, deciding to take her leave before she lose it, she stood up and took her bag from the tab

Monica stared at her dead in the eye. “I’m sorry”, Scarlett whispered as she turned to the counter and grabbed a pencil and notepad. She had just slipped behind the booths when a large rat ran past her and into the kitchen. Nobody flinched, they were all used to it. That is, except Scarlett who felt another vomit rising and ran to the bathroom. “That’s it!” Monica shouted angrily when Scarlett returned “I’ll let you off today. Go fix whatever is wrong with you” she dismissed Scarlett immediately. “Don’t let her get to you”, a voice called out to Scarlett when Monica was out of sight.

Right after I vomit those words, I feel like an absolute failure because I just broke another one of Scarlett's flawless image. I've been careful all night, to the point of being cautious with my every move. I fucking nailed the dining etiquette but why, why did my mouth need to do this silly mistake. Scarlett doesn't eat cheese burger, and she certainly would never look ugly when she eats. "Ugly hungry Scarlett? Where?" He turns his head all around as if he's searching for something, then finally, he looks at me with a proud smile, "All I see is a Goddess enjoying her food like it should be enjoyed."

She kept her gaze glued to the TV screen as if she wanted to disappear into it, while he continuously tried making small talk with her, only to be ignored every single time. “Are you a fan of melodrama?” I asked suddenly, speaking to him for the first time since we entered the theatre. “Me?” he asked, clearly confused, but I didn't reply, making it obvious I meant him. “Not really. Scarlett doesn't like it either. She's more of a romance girl, right, Angel?” My jaw tightened at the nickname, but I swallowed the irritation clawing at my throat. “I... stopped liking romance. That genre doesn't work for me anymore, so melodrama it is,” Scarlett replied quietly.