Scarlet Takes A Tumble Reaction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She speaks all the while it happens and with one quick movement, I see her yank something violently. Priam shoots puke in a clean arc. The flames cease as if sucked in by a vacuum. Danis drops with a thud, blood dripping from his nose and ears. Scarlett moves just in time and runs into my arms, the fear in her eyes evident. The puke lands right outside the circle. Scarlett buries her face into my chest and I hear her breathe me in. Her hands hold onto me, wrapping themselves around my back and squishing her against me.

"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.

They clambered off the couch and ran briskly for her. "Mommy, I'm so glad you're here. I assumed you would spend all of time in the studio." "You must be drained, Mommy, so sit down. I'll massage your back." Scarlet was taken to the couch and given a ride there. Scarlet unexpectedly thought it was worthwhile to be yelled at as she took in their anxiety. "Look at how submissive you are. Prior to breaking into my PC, you weren't like this." In front of his desk, Simon shook wildly.

My wolf pushed hard against my chest, hungry and impatient, wanting me to walk up there that very second and take what was already mine, mate bond or not. "Sold! To the gentleman in the back." Scarlett's eyes finally found mine across the room. For one second, I watched something inside her break—shock, maybe. Hate, maybe. Perhaps both. Good, let her hate me. Hate was easier for both of us than the truth. I started walking toward the stage, and my wolf walked with me, closer to the surface than he'd been in four long years.

Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

“Don’t get cocky, Katelyn. You’re nothing to him. Nothing. And soon, everyone will see that.” She stepped closer, her voice lowering to a whisper that burned worse than a scream. “You can’t hold on to something that was never yours.” I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, Scarlett turned sharply and started walking toward the stairs. Her heel caught on the edge of the rug. Time slowed. Her eyes flicked up to mine, wide and almost gleeful, just before she tumbled down the staircase with a strangled cry. The sound was sickening. I froze, my mind struggling to process what had just happened.

“No one should know about this...not even the director. I don’t want rumors. I don’t want drama. I don’t want...” Mira pulled Scarlet’s hand down and rolled her eyes. “Scar, everything about you screams drama. People breathe wrong around you and suddenly the whole school’s in chaos.” Scarlet groaned, rubbing her temples. “Mira, please. I just want to survive one fucking day without something exploding.” But fate didn’t give a shit about her request. Because a second later... BAM. Something massive slammed against the back of Scarlet’s neck. Her vision went white, her knees buckled, and the ground rushed up fast enough to steal all the air in her lungs.

I stare at Scarllet, showing no fear whatsoever. "As far as I know I haven't talked to you, "supreme"," she says, rolling his eyes. "But I," I point to myself, "am talking to you," I point to the bloodsucking creature in front of me. I look at Sophie, her face sweaty and her eyes teary. In a brief moment of distraction, I didn't notice when Scarllet approached me. With her purple eyes (which sent shivers down my spine), she kicked me in the ribs, throwing me against the wall. As I hit the ground, I taste the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth and feel a sharp pain where I was hit.

she spat, her anguish twisting into resentment. Before I could respond, she lunged at me, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into a whirlwind of chaos. Nurses rushed to intervene, attempting to pry her away as the room echoed with the harsh sounds of grief and rage. Through the blur of tears and pain, I felt the weight of her accusations and the sting of her physical blows. In the midst of mourning, I found myself burdened with an accusation that cut deeper than any words. ***

Somehow, Scarlett thought his expressions didn't quite fit their current situation, unless he was a psycho… And she was sure the underworld isn't scarce of them. Scarlett knew what she had to do. With lightning speed, she pulled out her gun and fired. The bullet would have hit the man in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards but his reflexes were as fast as lightning, it was inhumane! He let out a chuckle before pulling her to him, their body so close that she could perceive his sandalwood scent. Scarlett stood there for a moment, panting heavily and trying to comprehend what was going on.