Scarlet Books Novels & Stories

There was nothing here worth watching, save the inner workings of her own mind. ​She finally sat on the hearth of the fireplace, pulling her knees to her chest. She had a moment of profound, liberating realization: this space was truly hers. She could cry here without fear of judgment. She could breathe without worrying about performance. ​As Amara explored the small study area, she noticed a single, unusual detail. On the sturdy wooden writing desk, beneath a small, unlit oil lamp, was a collection of books. They weren't the antique, leather-bound volumes of the Valenti library; they were well-worn, familiar copies of English poetry.

Now, it was Lucian’s move. --- Scarlet’s Office Scarlet stared at the pictures on her desk, her nails digging into the polished wood. Lucian and Aurora. Together. The sight of them sent rage coursing through her veins. The moment she learned about Aurora. She had known she was a problem. But this? This was unacceptable. Lucian was supposed to be hers. Not that woman’s. She gritted her teeth, her mind spinning with possibilities. Aurora wasn’t like the other women Lucian had been with. She wasn’t someone Scarlet could easily push aside.

- Esther asked, relaxing a bit, but as she looked into the strange eyes of this woman, without any pupils, she still felt a little scared. - At first, when you started looking for information about us, especially after contacting 'the_scarlet_truth' user, we had to stop you, so we haunted your house to scare you and discourage from delving further into it.- Saraqael said, as if ignoring her questions.- So it was us the first time, but not the second time. And we didn't install that search engine on your laptop again, we removed it and we hoped it would stay that way. Unfortunately, as it turned out, by succumbing to your curiosity and opening this search engine again, you invited something v

I asked, gesturing to the shopping bags. Scarlett straightened, abandoning Gas with a final pat. "Essentials," she declared, picking up the bags and moving toward the living room. "Stress-reducing tea, those French chocolates you love, some books that aren't about pregnancy or murder, and—" she paused dramatically, pulling out a small box from one of the bags, "—the most ridiculous rom-com collection known to mankind. If we can't leave this fortress, we might as well laugh at other people's relationship disasters."

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

Scarlet's POV Weeks passed and I was already used to the new normal. Sharon has made my life very miserable. Gamma Tyler found his mate some weeks ago and I wished she was like Tyler. I don't know why these ladies crave so much power. When she came, she and Sharon clicked quickly. They made it a duty to make life miserable for me. So far, today has been going well. I went to the laundry to collect some of Sharon's clothes. I headed straight to her room to drop them off.

We can't always get what we want. Shifting through the shelves at the furthest part of the library, Zara scroll through all the books she has read in the past. When a sudden grip made her hiss in pain, she was ready to turn and unleash hell upon the rude individual for hurting her until she stops in her track the moment she lay eyes on Abram. He looked like a mess. His beard was longer than usual. His eyes red like he haven’t slept for a long time and his hair was ruffled like he had comb it with his fingers many times.

he said. Scarlett looked at Viggo cynically and moved her lips, "Since when?" "Shut up and go along with it," Viggo whispered. "Is that so? Well, it's a small world... Oh, by the way," Karina said, then turned around and took something out of her bag. Karina turned back and handed Scarlett a novel written by Scarlett titled "The Underworld of Werewolves," which had just been written by Scarlett. "Can I ask for your autograph? I've been looking forward to this moment, so I always carry your novel with me wherever I go," Karina requested.

Laylin softly breathed out a sigh at his flaring temper. She closed her eyes in silent, her heart drumming in her chest. “Scarlet was the daughter of a Rakhbar Princess and Sansy so it made her the perfect medium: the blood of both, Red Witch and White Wolf. You said the Old Mistress sees the future, did she see it?”

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 ;) )