Scarlet Books Novels & Stories

Poppy gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she mutters as she starts working with it. She is gentle and doesn’t pull on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it because it's simple. “Alright, makeup.” She gets in front of me. “I’ll keep it simple and clean. Just enhance your natural beauty.” “Natural beauty? With these scars?” “These are an indication of what you’ve survived. They mean you’re a warrior. I have my own scars, and I never cover them. I wear them with pride because I overcame it all. You should too,” she says.

I remembered countless times when Miranda had taunted me, telling me how Ryan had locked me on the balcony to keep me from making it to the competition, how she had arranged for others to bully me, warning me to stay away from Ryan. Ignoring the excruciating pain in my hands, which were wrapped in bandages, I lifted them and hurled the bouquet Miranda had placed by my bed to the floor. Miranda jumped back, startled, letting out a terrified scream as she clung to Ryan. Ryan immediately erupted in fury, pointing at me, his voice full of rage. "Susan, you crazy woman! Miranda came here to check on you, to bring you flowers, and you repay her kindness by throwing her gift on the floor?!"

I was entertainment. I moved between the tables, gathering plates with trembling hands while conversations danced around me. Their whispers followed like hungry wolves. “Look at those arms. Like tree trunks.” “Margaret said she found food hidden in her room again.” “Disgusting. No wonder she can’t shift—what wolf would want that body?” My cheeks burned, but I kept loading the tray. Glass and plate clinked against the tray, and the sound produced covered most of their comments. “Careful with those,” Marcus called from across the room where he was busy entertaining a group of unmated females. “We all remember what happened to Mother’s antique vase.”

I dropped back on my bed, ready to surrender to the ache in my chest—when my phone finally pinged. My breath hitched. My sweet boy, No. 13 Dracula Estate, East Coast. My eyes widened. “Dracula Estate?” I muttered under my breath. The name itself sent a shiver down my spine. Why did it sound so dark… so dangerous? But excitement overpowered fear. I shot up from the bed like I’d been lit on fire. I had already bathed earlier, so I brushed through my hair quickly, changed into a fitted outfit that hugged all the right places, and sprayed a hint of cologne across my neck.

I’m half listening, half trying to shake off that hollow ache, when it happens; One minute, I’m carrying my cupcake and my books. The next, everything is on the floor. The cupcake hits first, smearing frosting across the tiles. My books follow, scattering like confetti in the worst possible way. I stare at the mess for a beat too long, then a heel steps down beside my science book, sharp and deliberate. I look up. Sabrina. She’s smirking down at me with the confidence of someone who’s never been hit hard enough in her life. Rosa and Kelly flank her, balanced on stilettos like baby deer that learned cruelty before coordination.

Ugh, think faster Agatha! As I got closer and closer to the back of his bookshelves, the sound got louder and louder. And when I was finally able to get close, I immediately threw the book that I'm holding to the man that is facing behind me. Oh, my gosh! He is being r*pe! And by a man! When I threw the book at him, they both turned and looked at me. My eyes widened when I saw Caleb naked and his forehead is wrinkled. When we both saw each other, my eyes widened and his eyes also widened and he quickly stood up when he recognized me. Dude, that was a wrong move! Now, his naked body is right in front of me! It's visible to my two naked eyes! As the woman covers her chest with her hand and gla

That was how Flower whose name was actually scarlet has her way into the life of Hayden dark. Scarlet was the last child of her parents, her Father a Beast while her mother was a Human who died right after scarlet was born. She had live for more than two hundred years now in the quiet country of dense cress without finding any fun whatsoever so she concluded in going to Lane creek with some poisons in which she specialized in. She was known as a vicious lady who could kill without any remorse. She choose to walk right in at that moment. Truly she was a great beauty, one of her greatest asset.

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did

Scarlett's POV “I want you to be my contract wife.” He repeated. Those words sounded strange to my ears. “Excuse me! What do you mean by contract wife, Mr. Cade?” I asked, astonished. "Look, Miss Scarlett, this is purely a business proposition; you are either in or out,” he said dismissively. “This is a good offer for you; you'll be helping me achieve my goal of becoming the CEO of this company, and you'll make a lot of money in the process.”

" Scarlet said, bowed and left the room. When she got outside the door, she crouched down on her knees, and sobbed. "What have you done, Scarlet? What have you done? You've finally lost this job. It was the only way you could gather up money for you treatment. "Now, what are you going to do?" Scarlet asked herself as she bent there, crying. When she was finally able to walk, she moved towards her door, walked into the room and started to pack up her stuff with tears flowing down her cheeks.