Percy Scarlett Novels & Stories

Scarlett laughed dryly then clapped her hand. " Baby calm down..your girl is still safe, but you gotta fu*ck this bitch mercilessly before you can see your seneorita. What did you think? That I'm going to let go of a good dick, do you think I'm that your dummy girl friend? What do you call her name?...jen.jenny..yes Jenny. I'm Scarlett ,Alexis, SCARLETT! i rule the game!" She said then walked past him to get another box of cigarettes.

Henry was convinced and narrowed his eyes. "Go on. How do you plan to use poison?" Scarlett flipped her mink coat, revealing her ample chest, and smiled. "I've slept with that little brat Joseph from the Yeagers twice already. This kid's really pathetic in the Yeagers. He's over 20 but clearly hasn't had much experience with women. He submitted to my charms in no time!" She added, "Now, when I say east, he goes east. When I say west, he doesn't dare head any other way."

"Scarlett grew up in France, with me. She only came to London three years ago, to take over as director of the agency. Before that, she had never left Europe." "France?" He frowned. "So she's never been to the United States?" "Never." Helena kept the smile. "Scarlett has always lived in France. That's why she has such a… unique accent." Marcus was silent for a moment, processing the information. His eyes returned to fix on me, scanning my face, my eyes, my mouth. "I'm sorry," he said finally, his voice softer. "It seems I was mistaken. It's just that… you have a very familiar face to me."

His dark needs. "Not the bed." Ryker commanded as she started walking towards it. Scarlett stared at the unsmiling huge man with a mean scar running across his face. She smiled, "Yes, my King." She walked towards the table, and leaned on it, waiting for him. He got up and walked towards her in silence. Scarlett smiled to herself when she saw his erect organ. She'd heard of the new slave. The former Princess Lyra. Apparently, even the new slave can't give his body satisfaction.

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.

Only I know how these looks of pity feel . No one knows....you may call scars beautiful but you know the one who actually has them. Knows deep somewhere in their heart, how ugly they look. Something which was so perfect, something so flawless that every one envied it. Was now just an object of pity. The skin which was perfect once, is tarnished now. And you know the worst part? No matter what you do. It will never....be like it was before. What's lost can never return. Sulking ,she didn't realised when the sun was down from the horizon and it was dark.

If Tyson was a bloodhound, Marcus was Sherlock Holmes himself. “Since this involves three Packs and the daughter and step-daughter of Alphas, it’s better if I take the lead.” But I can’t let my façade crack. I don’t know what this pull or feelings are yet. I don’t want anyone else trying to dig. “You said you had details of the scars left behind. What should we be looking for?” Tyson is eager to start tracking.

I said sarcastically. “And, you did not change, even for a little bit. You still have the pride even if you know you're humiliated.” I scoffed. “Of course! I’m a woman with pride!” “Of course you do!” “Anyway, I'll go. I don’t want my day to be completely a bad day,” I said and turned my back on him. “You’re Agatha Tatiana Writz, right?” He said. My eyes widened. How did he!? “How did you know?!”

I spat. When he returned my gaze, his eyes were bloodshot. He crumpled the plastic cup in his hand and slowly walked towards me but stopped when someone put an arm around my shoulders. “Problem?” I raised an eyebrow at Percival, who was sitting next to me. “Percival, bro!” His expression immediately shifts from angry to worried. “Percival, bro?” Percival chuckled sarcastically, “Dude, fuck off.” The man raised both of his hands and slowly backed away. He ran down the stairs. Percival and I were left in a slightly dark hallway.

His dirty little secret. His Scarlet.