Scarlet Heart Novelas e Histórias

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.”

It was ajar again… and she was gone. The blackout deepened, as if someone had cut more than just the overhead emergency light. Even the hum of the servers grew weaker, a strange, unnatural fade. Then the faintest glow appeared across the room—red, small, but moving. A laser dot. It landed on Jax’s chest. Leo didn’t think—he moved. One hand slammed into Jax’s shoulder, shoving him hard to the side just as the muted pfft of another suppressed shot cut through the dark.

Scarlett. I bet he has a hundred concubines chasing after him ,each more beautiful than the last. And there I was … sitting in despair, not knowing what I'll be of . This was not the first time, nor will it be the last I'll see panties in his suitcase. Each time my eyes beheld them, it feels as though my heart will crumble into pieces. I'd always feel this cold thing run through my spine. Who was that? I jolted out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.

Scarlet chuckles, observing his astonished expression, and responds, "I mean, I am flabbergasted. Are you serious?" In this scene, the complex interplay between desire, secrets, and intrigue takes center stage. Scarlet reveals her phone to Dante, displaying the video tape featuring Elizabeth and Tristan. Shocked and taken aback, Dante questions Scarlet's intentions, asking, "Are you planning to use it against her?" The confusion is evident in his voice as he realizes that Scarlet's own brother is involved in the video. Maintaining her mischievous grin, Scarlet confirms that she has no intentions of leaking the video. The satisfaction of seeing Elizabeth filled with nothing but fear is her so

“What exactly do you want, Riordan? I don’t believe you’ve come here only to irritate me.” A retort rests on the tip of my tongue, but I discard it when she starts to walk away. “Use me.” Scarlett halts, her shoulders tensing as she turns to look at me. “What?” I close the distance between us and she stills when I raise a hand to her heart, letting my palm rest over my mark on her. “I get awoken at night by your anger. Your pain. Your fear.” Something in me cracks as I gaze down at her. So small. So fragile. It doesn’t matter that in a few years, her blood will stop bleeding red, turning into a mix of ichor and black. She wasn’t born like us. She’ll always have her fragile human heart. She’l

"I'm not—" "I'm WARNING you." Scarlett leans forward. Nearly tips out of her chair. Morton's hand shoots out. Steadies her. "You think you're so smart. So sophisticated. You think you can have the benefits without the—the—" She snaps her fingers. Trying to find the word. "—the heart stuff." "Heart stuff?" Thomas repeats. "YES. The heart stuff. The feeling stuff. The part where you wake up next to someone and they're—they're—" Her voice gets wobbly. "—they're supposed to mean nothing but they mean EVERYTHING and you can't take it back and you're RUINED."

The feel of him, the terror lanced through her ribs, the instant she realized her heart would never be whole again. And yet. Yet this. Her hand stroked her belly, trembling fingers warming where she felt tiny life tremble, tiny enough not to be held, stubborn enough not to be denied. Out of barbarity, a spark of hope. Teardrops streamed down her face as she cried into the silence: "You're mine. My one mine. Nobody's going to be able to take you from me." --- And then his face stood in front of her. Harrison. Not her thug in her mind anymore. Not the first man, the bellowed commands, the black that filled rooms with whole. No — what came up in her unbidden was something else.

Once he turned on the lights, she could see the room clearly. It had been decorated to perfection. Red roses were scattered across the bed, forming a small heart with more white roses inside it. Everything was perfect, perfectly suited for a dreamy, passionate night between two people bound together by a powerful love. Let this day become the most beautiful memory they would ever have for the rest of their lives. She raised one corner of her mouth sarcastically at the sight. Then she watched him hurriedly take out his clothes and walk past her into the bathroom, closing the door behind him without saying a word.

Scarlett's POV. I let out a sigh as I closed my bedroom door behind. I was starting to regret why I had ran off like a little teenage who saw her crush coming close. Was this how I planned to awaken my wolf and get rid of this bloody bond Luca put on me? “Urgh.” I tossed my face towel on the bed and fell right on my face into the soft mattress. Why wasn't what the heart wanted important in this case? I was slowly moving from working towards building whatever it was Dominic and I had to completely losing myself around him.

He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo. I watched him as he went down, I choose not to look at how he will be going to redeem Harold. I’ve seen him redeem lives before and it always pity me to see human dying. But well, all should die. I wonder why they never let Harold see her sister, for many years they created a lot of obstruction. Those are the question I am curious with, but was afraid to ask because I can’t afford to lose my power again.