Percy Scarlett Novels & Stories

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

expressing the depth of my pain. I had truly believed that our love was genuine and everlasting. But Jason's indifferent response shattered my illusions. "You were a pawn in a game, Celicia. A distraction. I would never love someone plain as you." His cold tone and lack of emotion served as a harsh reminder that we were never meant to be forever. To him, our relationship was nothing but a temporary game. As I struggled to process the heartbreaking truth, my cousin's laughter echoed in the room. It was clear that she took pleasure in seeing my devastation, reveling in the destruction she had caused.

“You dare slander my name along with Young Lord York’s reputation?! You must have a death wish or something! “With just a single call, you’ll kneel in an instant! Do you believe me?!” “You’re that powerful?” Harvey shrugged. “Then, do it. I do want to see who kneels in the end.” “You…” Scarlett was boiling with anger before dialing the Maiden’s number, but she would not dare call her since she would be punished due to her impotence. “You’re not making the call?” Harvey showed a calm look on his face. “Get out of here then! You have no right to show off in front of me anyway!” “You…”

I just wish I could find a way to get rid of him once and for all. I got back to what I was doing, going over the information in front of me. As I did, my phone went telling me I had a text, and I knew by my guy who it was. PJ! PJ: Did you get my present, Princess I hated when he called me that! He has always done it! Scarlett: Yes. PJ: Good. I will see you real soon, sweetheart.

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.

Ever since he found his sister's dead body and her children, he had not been the same. "Lucian, you have made your point. Calm the fuck down," I told him. Scarlett returned, wearing the dress she claimed she stole and carrying the bag that Lucian had bought her. She handed him the bag. "I do not need your charity," she said, handing him the bag.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

The moonlight flooded through the wide windows, casting her silhouette in soft silver. She pulled out her phone. **Scarlet:** *Are you still awake?* **Peter:** *Barely. Thinking about you.* **Scarlet:** *Then wake up properly. I have something to show you. Come pick me up. Or I’ll drive my new car to yours.* **Peter:** *You got a new car?* **Scarlet:** *I got a new *life.* Just wait till you see it.* ---

Scott leans on the table, curling up one of his long legs with his hands on his sides, pressed on the table, “I heard that you are putting together a cast. How do you like my last performance for you, boss?” Scar lets out a surprised laugh. Right. Scott was the male lead in her first and only movie, playing Sebastian’s role no less. That movie ended up a great hit -- “one of the best depict of what love should be like: simple but pure”, by the New York Times -- when the movie was finally released two years after Scar went to prison-- And that’s with the condition that her name was to be removed from the staff list. “You realize there should be a reason why my name was removed, right?” Scar s

Percy is seated on the floor beside the shelves, reading something on his tablet. His hair is packed up into a bun, and he’s dressed like he’s walking a runway. That’s just the Percy look if I’m being honest. I had a girl dump me because someone said Percy was interested in dating... he wasn’t. Even I could tell that rumor was fake but she didn’t want him to know she was associated with me, in case it was true.