Scarlet Starr Novels & Stories

There is a line and they crossed it. I got out of the website and shut my computer off. Leaning back in my chair, I just folded my arms and got lost in my own thoughts. Scarlet is the abused sister of Alpha Maverick. She has grown up to be a thief and runs what appears to be a legitimate business. Now she has a target on her back. Alpha Jared wants her dead. Even if it is’t me doing it, someone will do it. Why am I so drawn to her? Maybe it is because I haven’t had her before and at this point, I have had anyone I ever wanted and then some. Maybe I just need to get her out of my system and then this job will be a lot easier. Alpha Maverick can just never know it was me. One thing is for sure

Scarlet’s next target had been on Cassius; she wanted to take revenge on him for the terrible treatment he gave her when she was at the clubhouse and as well find a way to save those girls who had suffered the same fate as her. She would need Leonardo’s men to assist her but she had to conduct this plan without Leonardo finding out that she needed her own men who were answerable to only her. The type of men that could keep secrets even if they were tortured into spilling it. Scarlet stepped out onto the balcony of the penthouse with these thoughts running through her mind. the warm desert air enveloping her as she gazed out at the dazzling cityscape of Las Vegas. The Strip stretched out befo

“Thank you, Amanda, “ Scarlet took the envelope and stood before excusing herself so she could start her first day. Scarlet was so nervous as she looked around. She was an orphan who never went to any school or college. All her designs were self-taught and she was afraid of making a mistake knowing Easton would eat her alive. Or maybe he was waiting for her to make a mistake. The thoughts spun in her mind as she walked into the elevator. Her brown curls were tied into a loose bun and her white suit fitted her perfectly. It wasn’t too tight nor too loose. It held her in the right places and she completed the look with nude makeup. Scarlet was a beautiful brown-skinned woman, but she didn’t kn

Now, she had a date of her own—even if he wasn’t actually here yet. As Scarlet reached the crowd, she scanned the faces, looking hopefully for any sign of Sage. She wandered through the thick crowd, looking over the hundreds of eyes. Most of the crowd were in costume, making spotting him difficult. She wondered if he’d be in costume, too—but then quickly discounted that. Of course he wouldn’t. He didn’t need to be: he was already different than everyone else. He was an Immortalist. Scarlet looked down and suddenly felt self-conscious about not being in costume herself—but then realized that was silly, especially as several girls passed her dressed in vampire outfits. After all, she, Scarlet,

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 adored.

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” It was one word, but it held a lot of hatred. The Matron knew that Scarlet had left her care at 18 and had been gathering her fellow young adults, but she did not expect that it would result in whatever stunt they were trying to pull now. Scarlet raised a brow before lifting her chin defiantly at the Matron in a silent challenge before looking her up and down slowly like a lion analyzing its prey. “Yes, it’s me. Did you miss me? Or more specifically- the money I earned?”

The pain was unbearable, but Ima kept working in the background, mending the damage as quickly as they inflicted it. Scarlet's lips twisted into a sneer as she paced around me, her gaze full of venom. “You really think you’re better than us, don’t you?” she spat, her voice laced with mockery. “Prancing around like some innocent little angel when, deep down, you’re nothing but a cheap, desperate whore.” Layla leaned against the table, her arms crossed as she laughed. “She’s delusional, Scarlet. She actually believes she’s worth something. As if anyone would want her after this.”

That was when I realized Xander was still right there. He pushed me backwards gently and he caught Sabrina. “Stop it” he said, sternly, his jaw ticking. “Both of you,” he added. “Xander…” his mother trailed off and he turned to her. “She washes dishes at a cheap diner and works at a salon. Is that really who you want to make the Luna of Deathshade pack?” She asked, and I clenched my fists behind Xander. “Yes. A queen who works as hard as she can to achieve what she wants and doesn't just get handed everything like a spoiled child” he said, obviously taking a jab at Sabrina.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”