Scarlet Valentine Novels & Stories

And Valerie just sat there taking it because somewhere inside her head she genuinely believed love was supposed to cost pieces of herself. By the time the footage reached the end where she quietly transferred all the money and sat there trying not to cry, I felt bile and anger rise to my throat I hated seeing her cry. It made me murderous. “She sent everything,” Hawthorne informed carefully. “Every cent from the sales.” I kept staring at the paused footage of her curled against the couch looking heartbreakingly small inside my giant living room. “She didn’t even hesitate long,” Hawthorne added quietly. “She’s stupidly loyal,” I muttered.

Suddenly, the heavy front doors swung open and a high-pitched, melodic voice echoed through the hall. “Hudson! If I didn’t hunt you down myself, you’d never seek my warmth! You owe me a moon’s worth of apologies!” Scarlett Vale, the daughter of a neighboring Alpha, strode in wearing a gown of blood-red silk. She stopped short when she saw Avery. Avery tried to walk past, but Scarlett blocked her path, a chilling smile on her lips. “Avery Monroe. It has been an age.” Scarlett’s gaze was lethal. She blamed Avery for her brief exile to the Northern Wastelands. In Scarlett’s mind, Hudson was her destined mate, and Avery was merely a "dormant" glitch in the contract—a wife who didn't deserve the

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

"You see, my dear, I've been looking for a way to rescue my brothers from the underworld for centuries. And you, with your... special abilities, are the key to making that a reality." Scarlett's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?” I grinned, my fangs shimmering in the low light. "Come on, Scarlett. Don’t act innocent. You know what I mean. The prophecy. The ritual. The sacrifice." Scarlett's complexion drained, and for a brief moment, I thought she might collapse. But then, a fierce resolve ignited in her eyes, and she lunged at me. "You won't get away with this," she shouted, her fists swinging.

But as I stepped into the dimly lit living room, something pulled me from my thoughts. Scarlet sat curled up on the couch, her shoulders shaking, face buried in her hands. I frowned, irritation bubbling up. What now? I couldn’t handle her emotional mess on top of everything else. I took a step closer, my voice cold. "What the hell is going on?" She didn’t respond at first, just kept sobbing quietly. I could see the tears staining her face, her chest rising and falling with each jagged breath. "Scarlet?" I repeated, trying and failing to soften my tone.

Lovato had performed a hypnosis on her to make her forget that traumatic experience… Even if it was for a while, Lovato would do anything to keep Scarlett's sanity intact. "Yes...but we are not bringing much! We are going to a small hotel then we'll go from there." "Yay!!!" Scarlett squealed, as she was jumping in circles and with so much excitement. How could she not get excited, when it was with her beloved father and they were heading out on their very first business trip together, they were also going to meet her mother.

Parliament wants us controlled or eliminated. I choose neither. I run messages, stay independent, survive. The vampire's been following for three blocks. Time to lose him. I duck into an alley, climb the fire escape, cross rooftops. The vampire tries keeping pace but sunlight weakens him. I'm faster in daylight. Always have been. I lose him near Bethnal Green. Drop down into another alley and catch my breath. My name is Valentina Corvino. I'm twenty-four years old. My mother was killed by the Crimson Parliament when I was twelve. Her crime? Falling in love with a vampire and having his child.

Whenever she sees the scars on her stomach and thighs, it's will be a reminder of her stupidity. "This is a fucking warning, the next time I come for you. Be rest assured that you won't be alive to tell the fucking story." My initial plan is to either kill her or send her to the infirmary in a bloody mess but after hearing the reason for her stupidity, I kind of felt sorry for her especially as I removed my hand from her throat and she crumbled to the ground in a crying mess. Shelly just wanted to belong, she was jealous of my lifestyle and friendship with Ruth but all she needed to do is talk, who says I can't have more than a friend.

Macsmith said, “Are you ready to team up with me to accomplish this mission?“ Valery asked, “Sure, you are my girl, I will support you, but you know that I can't come to the Northwest right now, but If you need anything, just let me know” Macsmith said, “Thank you” Valery said, “but, how can I take revenge on MacMat the leader of scarlet gangsters?“ she asked, “That guy Is tough, I can't advise you to go near him, because he's always prepared to face enemies” Macsmith explained,

"Great. How about we make this speedy, Valerie? I want to become entrapped in their undertakings any longer than needed." Valerie's lips bent into a little, knowing grin. "I know, my adoration. However, you and I both realize that this is greater than any of us. Selene's desires undermine every one of us." Scar snorted in affirmation, his regard for his mate's insight just filling at that time. Valerie had forever been the voice of reason, the person who could see the bigger picture when Scar was dazed by his pride and hardheadedness.