Scarlet A Book Novels & Stories

Like, snail’s pace slow. I’d only known her a matter of hours. Fuck, the mate bond was wild. She’d been hurt. I swore never to hurt her, or let anyone else hurt her, ever again. I stacked her books away neatly while I waited for her, making Scarlett her own pile next to one of mine. They were an odd selection, no two of the same genre or style, spanning mythology and prophecy to classic literature in the canon and even one book on star signs, which had been clearly leafed through and written in.

Maybe Scar isn't really a weak human maybe there is something special about her that will make her a great Queen. "good night love birds.." I said getting up running up the stairs to my room as I heard them chuckle. They were still standing there hugging each other as if they haven't seen each other for days while it was only a day. I hope I can get such from scar. "Zane I found the information.." Aaron mindlinked me. "Yes tell me.." I said sitting on the bed in the guest room. "Her full name is Scarlet Reyes she lives with her mom. dad unknown and is fifteen years old. Birthday 30th march.." he said.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

moonlight from the huge windows staining the hall like silver blood. The Blackwood University library was cold, high, gothic and creepy as fuck at night. wolves avoided it because old werewolf spirits lingered in the shelves like forgotten grudges. Scarlet and Mira didn’t avoid anything. They entered. Scarlet walked directly to the forbidden knowledge section like she owned the place. Mira followed, holding three textbooks like shields. Scarlet dropped books on the table with a slam. “Okay.” Scarlet said, voice flat, serious like a murderer writing names. “I’ll take the fucking intelligence questions.”

she added. “No problem hope you enjoy the rest of your day,” I smiled brightly, the way a kid in a sweetie shop does, “Hopefully, see you again soon,” I added as I just stood and stared. Scarlett laughed as she put her bag on. “Well, I need to go, bye” she smiled and walked away through the bookshop and out the door. “Nate tells me she isn’t one of the prettiest ladies you have ever seen,” I said as I smiled from ear to ear.

Her drama with them never seemed to end. As Scarlet scanned the room, she noticed something, on the far end. It was a book she had never seen before, sitting on the end table, beside the other reading chair. It had unusual look to it, and it dew her in. It looked like one of her mom’s rare books, but it was smaller. Almost like…a journal.

Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation. Scarlet wasn’t Arabelle. Once reborn, she took on a new life and identity, her memories erased completely. I was aware of how much effort I needed to get her to fall for me, and I was mistaken that my genuineness would touch her deep inside. Yet, I was so wrong.

SCAR'S POV. Red. Then it's black. Who am I? Who am I? What am I? Kill. Kill her. No....stop it stop talking to me. Moonlight? Where are you? It's like loosing control. The darkness slowly evolving. No... stop. Stop it. Who are you Scarlet...? Control. Everything. Control. Scarlet is Scarlet. (Authors mid-note: it's kinda confusing I know. Bit that's the whole deal. To be confused ;) )

A woman must live here, but where is she? I move to the wardrobe. It’s full of luxury-brand clothes, all in small sizes but none for children. The absence of dresses and skirts makes me wonder if the woman who lives here is ashamed of her legs. A sudden sense of urgency fills me, and I decide to leave before I’m caught. But then I notice a thick, pink book. It’s a diary. The name on the front cover shocks me: "Scarlet."

This is obviously a full-blown emotional crisis. “Scarlett,” I say carefully, crouching beside her, “What happened?” She lifts her tear-streaked face and wails, “They took it!” I’m taken aback by her vehemence and wonder who’d be stupid enough to take something from Scarlett. “Who? And what did they take?” “My book! The one with all my drawings and the pack stories and the fancy leaf cover and the ribbon spine!” I’ve never seen or heard of this book before right now. “The... what now?”