Scarlet Books Novels & Stories

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

Chapter 19 Scarlett's POV I wasn't scared anymore. I was angry. Whatever Christian was hiding wasn’t ordinary. And I was done waiting for answers. I hurried past Clementina, my feet moving so fast I felt I was flying. Heat rushed to my face and with each step I was taking deep breaths, completely ignoring the elderly woman calling out to me from behind. I pushed the door of every room in the west wing until I found his bedroom door and shoved it hard enough that it banged against the wall.

The Rosetti and Ferrari families were sworn enemies—years ago, the Ferraris had used dirty tactics to drive Rosetti's parents to their deaths, forcing the family to flee overseas to rebuild. Rosetti took me in despite our families' blood feud. He needed a wife to inherit his parents' estate and fight off his greedy uncles who were circling like vultures. But his scar and cold demeanor kept scaring off potential brides. I needed powerful backing against Stephen and the rest of the Ferrari family, who could toss me aside whenever it suited them. Turns out my paranoia was justified. Two scarred outcasts—that's how we ended up together. After my scars were fixed, I started accepting invitations

Can you imagine if something had happened to you? Scarlett looked at Alex and lowered her gaze in shame. —I’m sorry, Alex. You were right. I shouldn’t have gone into the forest alone… it was reckless. Alex sighed, trying to calm the mix of anger and worry still inside him. —That book, Scarlett… —he said, pointing at the object she was clutching tightly—. You have to get rid of it. You should burn it. She looked up, shocked, and hugged the book even tighter. —Never. This book belonged to my mother… it’s all I have left of her.

then she laughed it was dry and bitter. Mama Rita chuckled uncomfortably,”yeah,since you are an orphan and homeless,you can stay with me” Scar looked up”I'll decline that,I come with a bag of trouble, actually a truck full” “I don't mind,I sincerely don't mind” “Hold her down,kick that bitch ,she thinks she's better than others”scar curled as the kicks landed,”how about a makeover,a make over”the voices as they held her down,one of the ladies squatted before her with a piece of glass,scar trashed violently but the hands holding her was stronger,she sharp pain tore from her right ear to her cheek,she screamed as they left her not without final kicks,she screamed like a wounded bull pain blind

It read: Dear Mabel, Seeing your eyes light up as you picked up this book made me want to see them always aglow so I hope this simple gift would always give you pleasure. I hope you will tell me the story someday. I hope you also enjoyed our outing today in the same way I did. Have fun with your book. Yours always, Varrick Mabel was so impressed and affected by Devlin’s thoughtfulness that she brought the book to her lips. That man, she thought and then as if realizing something, she shook her head and dropped the book like it burned her.

She moved over them, fingers tracing over things, trying to discover some type of order among disorder. And she stopped her fingers. Teardrops over an old wood box was a small leather book, front inscription S.B. Samuel Blackwood. She swallowed and let it out, harsh paper scratching on top of each other. It was neat, task writing—organization, messages, account keeping. Nothing was given on the page—except the last few entries. A sentence leaped out at her, her stomach twisting. "The girl will have to be kept safe. She's worth more to them than they realize. If Harrison gets wind—"

“Thank you, Amanda, “ Scarlet took the envelope and stood before excusing herself so she could start her first day. Scarlet was so nervous as she looked around. She was an orphan who never went to any school or college. All her designs were self-taught and she was afraid of making a mistake knowing Easton would eat her alive. Or maybe he was waiting for her to make a mistake. The thoughts spun in her mind as she walked into the elevator. Her brown curls were tied into a loose bun and her white suit fitted her perfectly. It wasn’t too tight nor too loose. It held her in the right places and she completed the look with nude makeup. Scarlet was a beautiful brown-skinned woman, but she didn’t kn

My eyes taking each detail of the mark, it was glowing red, but it doesn't hurt like before. “What just happened,”? "You are blessed," "What,"? “You are the chosen one, Scarlet,” Ira spoke proudly and I sat abruptly, too stunned to understand anything. “Chosen one? What do you mean by that, Ira,”? “The Red Moon Night has blessed you, Scarlet. You are a special,” Ira whispered softly, and I chuckled mockingly while gazing at the moon. Blessed? Chosen one? Fate and Destiny indeed know how to play jokes.

"You see, my dear, I've been looking for a way to rescue my brothers from the underworld for centuries. And you, with your... special abilities, are the key to making that a reality." Scarlett's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?” I grinned, my fangs shimmering in the low light. "Come on, Scarlett. Don’t act innocent. You know what I mean. The prophecy. The ritual. The sacrifice." Scarlett's complexion drained, and for a brief moment, I thought she might collapse. But then, a fierce resolve ignited in her eyes, and she lunged at me. "You won't get away with this," she shouted, her fists swinging.