Scarlet Widow Novels & Stories

The sound of her muffled sobs overtook the quiet night air. Scarlet sat there, seconds turning into minutes and minutes turning into hours until she began to feel dizzy. One day, she is going to sink her fangs into Annik's neck. Only after discovering why she became weak after a few days of marrying into his pack. Standing to her feet, she heard shuffles behind her, swirling around, someone grabbed her neck, and the rattling underneath her legs became audible. At once, she froze. The three witches from earlier were all over her. She was as cold as ice and immobile.

"Confused? Well I guess this will clear everything." Taking out a handkerchief from her pocket, she closes her eyes to remove the make up from her face. Making the lines of her scar to become visible. The press zooms in the cameras and gasp leaves everyone's lips.Their eyes almost coming out of their sockets. "This is my true self. This is who Vivian Lockwood is." There is silence for few minutes to only have the talks to begin. Is that a scar? It looks so ugly When did she got it?

His eyes fluttered, fighting to stay open. Through the fading darkness, he heard the woman pull out a phone. Her voice was low, calm, and slightly distorted, clearly trying to hide who she was. “It is done.” Then everything went black.

I was entertainment. I moved between the tables, gathering plates with trembling hands while conversations danced around me. Their whispers followed like hungry wolves. “Look at those arms. Like tree trunks.” “Margaret said she found food hidden in her room again.” “Disgusting. No wonder she can’t shift—what wolf would want that body?” My cheeks burned, but I kept loading the tray. Glass and plate clinked against the tray, and the sound produced covered most of their comments. “Careful with those,” Marcus called from across the room where he was busy entertaining a group of unmated females. “We all remember what happened to Mother’s antique vase.”

"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up." "I don't need three minutes," Dante replied. I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger. I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting. The Widow. She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b

he continued, “then she has been close enough to hear us, copy Adelaide’s voice, reach St. Agnes, and leave before Theodore could follow.” Violet remembered the woman in the trees. Dark coat. Blue ribbon around her wrist. Teddy was always easy to train. She swallowed. “What does she want?” “My mother never wanted one thing,” Gideon said. “That is what made her useful.” “To who?” “Alistair. Briar. The Widow’s Fund. Families who needed girls to become someone else.” Theodore’s voice was low. “And now?” Gideon did not answer. Violet did. “Now she wants to finish a file.”

He agreed. ******************************************************** After scarlet has successfully deleted all the files, she went to the living room turned on Dennis,: MEdia player, Ed Sherman was playing, tho scarlet don't like this song, She sang along dancing like it was her last day on earth. "Fuck I miss music!!!" She screamed already immersed in the song. The door burst open without scarlet knowing until the music suddenly went off. She turned to see an Angry Lady cladded in a purple gown with extreme makeup, Sonia.

“I need that fucking certificate, bitch.” “You think wearing designer clothes and hiding behind a bodyguard makes you important?” Liora snapped. “You’re still the same foolish widow everyone whispers about.” That word hit...but Scarlet didn’t flinch. “Yes,” Scarlet said softly, stepping closer, her eyes locking onto Liora’s. “A widow. And a smart one at that.” Liora barked out a laugh, loud and mocking. “Smart?” She scoffed. “You fucked an old Lycan, got his blood money, and now you’re pretending you’re untouchable. That’s not intelligence. That’s desperation.”

"You haven't told us how and why you got arrested by the humans, how did you get to that side of the city, it's forbidden," Scarlet hissed. "My drink was spiked with wolfbane. I was drunk and stumbled there and got arrested and I mistakenly shot one," she murmured against Reid's chest. "I just want to sleep," Scarlet whined. Reid stroked her head. "But you haven't eaten anything all day. Chris, Hunter, what are you making?" «Friday, Gala Night»

The sound made my stomach drop. I scrambled back until my spine hit the headboard. “Who are you?” I demanded, even though fear had already started creeping into my bones. “Why are you in my house?” One of them looked around slowly, his gaze dragging over the room before settling on me. “So you’re the widow,” he said. My throat went dry. “You need to leave this house right away.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Your house isn’t yours anymore.” My pulse quickened. “What do you mean? What do you want?”