Scarlet Novelas e Histórias

she said warmly. “I do.” I had already torn out the packaging even before she had responded, and in all honesty, I really liked the gift. It was a bracelet, a pretty black little thing that would go with anything I decided to pair it with. “Thank you so much Sabrina. I love it.” “Of course, I was the one who got it, right?” Sabrina had a proud smile on her face. We relaxed at that moment for a couple more seconds before she added. “ So, any luck?”

But since it was carried with her and no one was able to steal it, I didn't much care if I understood the mechanics of it. With a silent quiver of Scarlet's lips, the sword was engulfed in flames. She pointed it at Aryn. "Aryn, my name is Scarlet. You've hurt one of my friends. One of my family. I'll give you to the count of three before I start causing you pain. If you don't comply, I'll begin hurting the people you hold most dear. If that doesn't work, I'll bring Kiema in here and have her rip open your psyche, your emotions, and anything else she can. You would do well to heed my warning now." Scarlet

Scarlett was ours; we would love and cherish her to the last day. "Have you noticed Scarlett's eyes are getting greener every day?" Maxwell said, and I nodded. I had noticed it too but Ignored it. "That is an unusual eye colour. It is almost neon, especially knowing she wasn't born that way." Clay deduced, and I sighed.

I’m sure I have seen the vehicle before lingering near my work, but I can’t be sure as black cars with tinted windows are standard around here. I arrived at Scarlett’s and took a few breaths before knocking. The front door opened, and the beautiful red-headed Scarlett was just looking out at me, walking towards the door. She smiled at me, then I saw the colour drain from her face, so I turned to look behind me, and there was the black car that was driving up my arse earlier. As I looked at it, it sped away. Why was it here, and why did Scarlett look miffed when she saw it? “Hi,” I said, trying to

"She knows a lot already. I will kill her. You will confirm if she's your mate. I brought the dagger. Once she bleeds to death so quick then she's the wrong one. I want to prove that to you" "But..." The door flung open revealing Mia. She had opened the door, her mistake. Carly thought immediately "Carly?" A hand slightly pushed Mia behind revealing the second person. She was wearing all purple but with a ninja mask. "Hi" She said "Raven!" Luca yelled. He had fought little with her and had known how good she was. "I see the hunt began in a fresh way today. The report I got from my men is that your mimions at the south have been captured. You know I would need more experiments on your kind bu

Cause this isn't what the code d mean. Like they have a lot of language code... example cod red which means danger alert. While The code D mean Death. And by telling queen code d, queen knew scarlet meant that she should make every arrangement to fake her death after she's been imprisoned that way no one will find her again and if this is queen plan then she's ruined everything. As the police got a little distracted with the gun fire, scarlet use the opportunity to elbow the police that was holding her and she ran away quickly. Maybe this is her chance to escape the police.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

“You can have a lot of fun taming her. We'll start at fifty thousand for her price.” I casually looked at the slave in question, studying her. My mind jolted as I caught sight of her face. Her dark hair, her soft features. Her beautiful but strained body, the pain and exhaustion on her face. Spice? Her name was not Spice. It was Marlowe. Marlowe Sage Kunetsov. I could never forget. What the fuck was she doing here? I inhaled slowly to call my racing heart. I was not supposed to be reacting this way. She was not supposed to be drawing this kind of reaction from me. At least, not anymore.

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.”

Dex and Elian regarded the newcomers coldly. Especially their leader, who was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a thick ginger beard and fiery red hair tied back in a knot. A nasty scar ran through his left eyebrow, giving him a permanently pissed-off look. Dex’s hand hovered near his holster, and Elian’s finger was already itching on the trigger. He was still hoping to get more kills anyways. “You took something that belongs to us. Where is it?” The leader asked, his deep and loud voice ringing through the warehouse.