Novel & Cerita Scarlet Carnations

My mother nods, “I think so. I think Scarlett was always the prophesied one, but Loki realized she’d choose love over power. So he created a counterpoint in Victoria.” I find Scarlett in the garden behind the house later that day, her hands buried in the soil, planting something green and fragrant. Her hair is braided back, a streak of dirt smeared across her cheek. She looks like she belongs in the earth, wild and grounded and glowing. I sit beside her without speaking. Eventually, she says, “Did you know rosemary helps memory?” I nod, “Seems appropriate.” There’s silence again, but it’s softer this time.

**David’d POV** I stand there, by Scarlet’s resting place, with the familiar weight of white roses in my hands—her favorite. It’s a clear morning, the cemetery dappled with sunlight, peaceful and introspective. As I place the flowers down, I can’t help but feel a blend of solace and sorrow, her diary's words echoing in my mind.

He tries to reach for her elbow as they cross the threshold. She pulls away. His face does something—hurt and resignation all mixed together—and his hand drops back to his side. Intersting. "Morning," Scarlett says, and her voice is bright. She's holding flowers—pink roses and baby's breath tied with white ribbon—and she crosses to Madison, kneeling down despite her dress and her heels. "These are for you, sweetheart. For after. For your special day." "For me?" Madison takes the bouquet carefully, like it might break.

There had been a fairytale ceiling pulled out, a chandelier that sparkled like in a fairytale, roses spilling crystal vases, and a string quartet playing some sort of heavenly music for some fairytale I wasn't experiencing. Jake Lawson vanishing down the other way, laughing, in a cloud of hilarity, of too much light. Black velvet topcoat, tie carelessly undone, as if he hadn't even bothered to bother to dress up for his own wedding. Cassandra hanging on to his arm like a decoration, ringletted blonde curls, red lips on face that went pricey-smiling. Her eyes burned hot satisfaction at seeing me. "Natalie Hayes," she smiled, approaching me, champagne flute in hand. "Surprised to see you. Most

SCARLETT : The day was upon us. The day we had all been waiting for. Our double date! I stared at the neatly wrapped box on my bed, my band inscribed on a smooth, precise script. A single deep red rose rested on top, its petals velvety and rich in color. Sophie’s box sat beside hers, wrapped in soft blue ribbon, a pale pink rose accompanying it. "Do you think they actually picked these out themselves?" Sophie asked, holding the delicate flower between her fingers, her blonde curls bouncing as she turned to me.

Other wolves were fighting in the arena, and a group of them were playing what looked like a game of football, except the players were wielding torches. Scar glanced at Damon and saw a hint of a smile on his face, as though he was remembering the games from when he was a child. But then something shifted in his expression, and a deep sadness seemed to loom over him like a dark shadow. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but considering how cold he'd been since last night, she hesitated to speak until he was ready. So quickly that Scar almost didn't notice what was happening, Damon bartered a flower merchant on the edge of the market for a red rose, then they carried on their way. He

It was breathtaking. The bouquet came next. Nana placed it carefully into Scarlett’s hands. “Something borrowed.… This was my wedding bouquet. I was supposed to give you Damon’s mothers but I can’t give you since she’s not alive. This bouquet signifies borrowing the good fortune of the person’s marriage.” Scarlett’s fingers curled slowly around the flowers.Her voice dropped. “And the fourth?”

“Including royalty from our most valued allies. Please join me in welcoming Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack!” Spotlight blazed across my face. I stepped forward with fluid grace, ignoring the stunned silence from those who remembered the broken girl I used to be. As I moved toward the platform, something extraordinary happened. Ancient marks began to glow beneath my skin—silver lines that traced intricate patterns up my arms and across my décolletage. The mark of true royal bloodlines, power that hadn't been seen in centuries. The entire hall gasped. I reached the platform and turned to face the crowd, my marks still pulsing with otherworldly light. When I spoke, my voice carr

John Garnett chuckled coolly. 'When I was fifteen, I spent 10 million to buy those seeds on a trip abroad. "It's my gift to her, but for some reason, she planted it in the backyard, facing the bedroom directly. "Is she trying to get my attention? To make me feel guilty? "I guess she hasn't spent enough time with those rabid dogs. Let her stay there a bit longer." With those words, he returned to the couch, his eyes filled with disdain.

The Eclipse Gala was already buzzing when their car pulled up to the grand venue early that evening. Crystal chandeliers sparkled through the tall windows, and soft music floated out into the warm night. Elian stepped out first, looking sharp in a deep burgundy suit that hugged his frame perfectly. The rich color made his skin glow and it brought out the dangerous spark in his eyes. Dex followed right behind him in a sleek all-black suit with a matching burgundy tie. It was definitely a silent statement that they belonged together, whether they liked it or not.