Novel & Cerita Scarlet

Over her blouse, she had thrown on a fitted leather jacket, a hint of her edgy style. On her feet, Scarlet wore white sneakers with a pop of color, vibrant red laces that added a playful touch to her ensemble. Her fiery red hair, which matched her name, cascaded down in loose waves, catching the sunlight. Her makeup was minimal but impeccably done, highlighting her striking features. Scarlet's fashion sense was a perfect reflection of her vibrant personality, blending casual comfort with a dash of edginess and a splash of bold color. Scarlet had always been a playful and an outgoing person, and sh

Almira said, panicking. I just sat on the couch but I Anita screamed. “What the f*ck, Anita? Why would you–AHHHH!” Anita and I are both screaming then Kate came in panting. “Why?” She asked. “Auntie Kate! Auntie Tatiana is bleeding!” She said. Kate walked towards me and guide me to breathe. “You don’t have to panick, Tati. This is kind of normal for some mother’s,” she said, distracting me. “Tell Alexander to hurry up ’cause it’s freaking hurts!”

“I sent him to fetch an important scroll from Lagsu.” “Pretending to be the saintess won't get you anywhere.” “At least, it'll free my people. Sacrificing myself to protect three lives is worth it but if I'm to die, it won't be by your hands, Alaric.” Violet pulled out the knife she kept hidden inside her dress right sleeve and aimed for Alaric's neck but she couldn't reach him. There was some sort of magnetic force around Alaric's body, preventing her from hurting him.

She stood up from his embrace and straightened herself. "Omar? Yes I..." She paused to clear her throat then she noticed that his silver white outfit had been stained red, placing a palm on his chest, she felt his accelerated heart beat and his rasped breathing and swiftly withdrew her hand. She shivered when realization dawned on her and she took a step back. "Omar...?" She searched his eyes and pointed to his clothes. "What is that? Is that... blood on you?" "Blood?!" Saadiya and Parvina chorused and rushed forward, stopping just behind Mariam and their eyes widened when they saw the huge stain.

The little thing in front of him was attempting to seduce him but Radyn merely assumed that she was just happy to see him. She smoothed down bits of her red-coloured hair, trying to fix the waves, that would naturally fly out if it were not for the magic of hairspray, to make herself look more presentable. It would have been a lie to say that the late mornings did not do her justice as Scarlet looked more extravagant than ever. With her lacy, crimson nightgown hugging her comfortably and her ruby irises vibrant in the light, it made sense why she was called Scarlet. She had an alluring yet devilish charm to her that the Werewolf

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 ;) )

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

Scarlet accused. What? …