Percy Scarlett Novels & Stories

Jasper The scent of gardenias and Scarlet’s expensive perfume was making my head ache. I stood on the dais of the Great Hall, my hand resting on the small of Scarlet’s back. She looked perfect. Her gown was ivory lace, her hair was a masterpiece of coppery red curls, and the mark I’d carved into her neck just days ago was a proud, fresh shiny red scar. This was what I’d wanted. A respected, powerful, dignified woman. A mate who didn't smell of lightning and rain. Not the village freak, the daughter of a condemned and executed witch.

Jepherson walked straight up to Scarlette and asked, "Am I that horrible?" "No. Mr. Jepherson, you misunderstood. I was talking about Hadrian. He's the scary one. You, on the other hand, have always been very kind to me," Scarlette stammered as she stood rooted to the ground. In response, Jepherson rolled his eyes and said, "The only mistake I made was hiring you. You can't do anything right. I want you to write this sentence a thousand times⁠—'You're a useless fool that can't do things right!'"

She wondered what was keeping him so long. "You have just been purchased by Leonardo Rutherford. One wrong move, and you're dead. Don't joke with him." Scarlet smiled at the memory of Cassius whispering those words in her ear as he stamped her name tag. At first, she thought she had been thrown into the lion’s den, but fate had guided her to the right one instead.

I certainly was. Percy was nothing, but gentle. He was slow to undress me, which did nothing to prove his words of being quick. He stood up undressing himself, showing me the toned muscles I didn't know he had. Apparently Percy had gotten a tattoo at some point that he told none of us about. It was a black hole over his heart, leaking black fluid over his chest with small stars and planets inside of it.

Broken. Scarlett saw the looks on everyone's faces. She knew it was over. No more lies. No more excuses. She started laughing. High and shrill. "Hahahaha!" The sound was horrible. Like breaking glass. "Yes!" she screamed. "It's all true!" She pulled herself up from the floor. Her dress was torn and dirty. She pointed at Marcus. Her face was twisted with hate. "The pup isn't yours!" Her voice echoed through the hall. "It never was!"

said Scarlet. 12hrs 35mins Once I was finished making Quacker the Pirate Duck, I cleaned myself and looked at Scarlet looking at Cassidy and her friends “Scarlet!!!” I shouted “what is Arnold” Scarlet said. Cassidy looked at me talking to a 10yr female spirit, “the animatronic is finished Scarlet” I said “okay Arnold” then Scarlet looked at the missing children and Charlotte “something bothering you Cassidy?” Scarlet asked “do I remember you?” Cassidy asked “Cassidy, Charlotte, Gabriel, Jeremy, Susie & Fritz meet Scarlet Gardener. She was murdered by William’s biological mother Hart Afton” I said. “Scarlet Gardener” said Gabriel “yes Scarlet Gardener, I according to my sources she was murder

He got interrupted by a tug on his arm. My breath got stuck in my throat for a fraction of a second as soon as the giant figure appeared in front of me, making me look like an ant. "Yes?" The Scar face asked while hovering over me. Actually he didn't hover over me but he was too tall so I had to crook my neck fully up to see him. I've never seen such a tall guy in my whole life. This is called extraordinary tall. "Why did you send your men to my boutique?" I asked and he kept looking down at me with his blank eyes. He is always like this. Emotionless, maybe because he is heartless.

His walls were lined with shelves. "Shift." the command pulled me put of my trance as I settled on the main in front of me. Ge must have shifted while I was occupied studying his room. My eyes drew to the main in front of me. Except he was no man. No this was a Greek God. An Adonis that sat leaning casually against his desk. He was wearing only wearing some boxers leaving the rest of his delectable skin uncovered.

He angrily shouted at the guards, and they did as he instructed. He turned around, stepping inside the mansion to rejoin the bitch he was screwing up earlier. "Killjoys!" ####### It was a dark night, and the rainfall was plunging gurglingly as the car pull up in front of the Petersburg mansion. Everyone started to step out of the car. Mr. Petersburg callously stormed into the mansion and Scarlet attempt to follow him behind. She's starving and she needs plenty of rest, her entire body is aching excruciatingly.

Third person Scarlet was pacing the length of the empty boardroom, shaking with anger. She had been working for so many years to ensure that Lucas would inherit the throne and become Alpha King. But that infuriating, relentless Alexander just could not be killed, no matter how many plots Scarlet devised to put him in harm’s way. Her son’s rival seemed to survive everything, always coming crawling back, like a cockroach.