Scarlet Novels & Stories

Her white t-shirt fell below her butt, while the bottom of the jeans nearly covered her feet and dragged on the floor—Scarlet was a taller and curvier woman. “So, who are you?” Scarlet pointed the question to her. “Do you have a name?” “She's mute, I think,” I answered. “Either way, she can't stay here, and you know why,” Scarlet said aloud. Using our mind link, she added, “It's not safe for our kind to mix,” as if she were giving me a warning. No sooner did she sever our mind link than my beta mind linked with me. “Alpha, you have to come home now!” he bellowed.

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.

I was upset because she was rhyming with my Scarlette. Scarlette chuckled. "It's pure coincidence, Sapp, so relax. And, I wear it better," she wears everything better. From her beautiful dark skin to her vibrant red hair, she always looks great. The girl, on the other hand, didn't. She was a redhead too but her hair was ginger and her eyes were hazel brown. She had golden tan skin and she just happened to tie her hair up into a messy bun just like Scarlette. Yeah right. Coincident my ass.

The wealthiest young woman in the whole NY City, Jenna Anderson, once married the wealthiest man in the country but eventually, their marriage fail due to many misunderstandings and a lack of communication. After the divorce, a lot of things change drastically, Rex Hidalgo realizes his true feelings for his ex-wife. Will there be a second chance in their love or will Jenna fall into another man's arms?

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?”

“Yes it is. We never hurt any humans. We eat animals, just like humans eat animals.” Scarlet seemed to relax a little bit. “When those wolves attacked me,” Scarlet began, “I felt them biting me. I felt their teeth in my neck. And then everything went black. I was sure that I was dead. It was like I was supposed to be dead. But I didn’t die. I don’t understand. Does that mean that I can’t ever die?” Scarlet stared back at her intensely, and Caitlin could see that she desperately wanted the truth. Caitlin cleared her throat, and looked her in the eyes.

That's why she can't kill her. Scarlet smiled at her triumphantly and sarcasm was dripping from her smile. "You can't kill me Aurora," Scarlet said loudly while laughing. And lift her hand in the air. "Because I'm immortal." "What do you think about yourself that you can do anything with your power? And you underestimate my powers. I'm famous for my powers and I'm the most powerful witch in my clan. You tried to burn me into ashes. But you don't know I can end your life." Scarlet said arrogantly. And Aurora looked at her with her sharp gaze.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

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 ;) )

she said blinking rapidly, as she opened the door to the drawing room. “Miss Ann!” Ara shrieked as Ann enter. “Thank goodness, You're back finally” Anna said. “Yes I.....” Ann started. “ We were just wondering what color will look best on us for the ball”Ara said cutting in. “I think yellow look bright though, and Ara says bright colors are always lovely” Anna said grinning. “ Anna!!....” Ara winced. “Well, although you are quite fair, yellow might be too bright for your complexion” Ann said picking her words carefully.