Scarlet Starr Novels & Stories

"Not only do you have to celebrate the birthday the same way the original host did, but you have to accept the slag's proposal. After that, you need to have sex with him. Everything must happen like it did. All you have to do is make the slags pay for hurting the original host and then seduce Cyn." Scarlet's expression turned uglier. She bit her tongue to stop herself from cursing, but she couldn't stop her eyes from rolling angrily. "Indeed. Nothing good ever comes out of quick transmigration." She returned to stand before the mirror, fingers clenched around the glasses on her face. "I need to have sex with that trash... I'd rather die then." She clicked her tongue and removed the glasses.

It reminded me of the flames licking the walls of a house as she slowly stepped closer not to me though, but to him. It was red- Scarlett red. Fire burned so brightly, a fire that threatened to consume me.But I needed that fire the consume him instead, I wanted to watch him burn, watch him scream for my help while I stood a few minutes away from him with the most triumphant smile I could and it would have been the best day ever. I would have replayed it until I couldn't anymore.

Climbing out of my car, I marched inside, my current aura demanding attention. “I need to see Aurora,” I told the maid who approached me nervously the moment I let myself in through the door. She nodded and then disappeared but instead of Aurora, Scarlet appeared. She was wearing a silk robe that did little to hide her intentions. Her smile was calculated and her steps were deliberate as she approached me. “She doesn’t want to see you, Asher,” Scarlet purred like a cat in heat. “But I might be able to change her mind... if only you are nice to me.”

Scarlet spoke, her voice soft and shaky. Vanessa looked at her, up and down, then said clearly, “Yes, how can I help you?” “I… I need to meet Grayson of Titan Holdings,” Scarlet said. Vanessa raised an eyebrow. “Do you have an appointment, Miss...?” Scarlet hesitated. Revealing her name felt like peeling back a layer of armor, exposing herself to judgment and recognition. But she had no choice. “Tell him Scarlet Sinclair,” she said, her voice stronger now.

I wasn’t sure I could handle some blows from Ronan. In just one day, it almost felt like my entire soul had bonded with him. “Zira!! What are you doing here? Do you think this is a place someone like you, the daughter of a Beta from a third pack, can come to anyhow?” Scarlet’s familiar voice rang out from somewhere in the hall. Just hearing her say my name ignited the already inquisitive crowd.

The other four, who had been curious, were now led by Emma, making a fuss. “Hi Dylan, I'm Scarlet. In charge of scheduling appointments for the boss.” Scarlet is a short girl, but in return, she is very beautiful. Scarlet's beauty leans more toward innocence than maturity. Scarlet pointed to a girl with glasses sitting next to her: “This is Vivian. She is a little shy. Her work involves small partners.” Vivian was very respectful and waved to me. I smiled politely back, then looked at one or two girls next to me, one a bit cold, the other naturally sweet, Katherine and Chloe respectively. Emma waited for everyone to introduce themselves, then turned to look at me.

- Esther asked, relaxing a bit, but as she looked into the strange eyes of this woman, without any pupils, she still felt a little scared. - At first, when you started looking for information about us, especially after contacting 'the_scarlet_truth' user, we had to stop you, so we haunted your house to scare you and discourage from delving further into it.- Saraqael said, as if ignoring her questions.- So it was us the first time, but not the second time. And we didn't install that search engine on your laptop again, we removed it and we hoped it would stay that way. Unfortunately, as it turned out, by succumbing to your curiosity and opening this search engine again, you invited something v

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 took a step as a sign to leave although paused when he talked. “You’re not going anywhere, woman." The tone of his voice was menacing. “What—” She was cut off when he pulled her towards his car. When they both went inside the vehicle, he hastily started to take her blouse off. “Don’t touch me!” she cried out, struggling to free herself from his grip. Once he completely got her shirt off, his shock worsened. Scratches and bruises were all over Annabelle’s body! The purple mark almost entirely covered her back part.