Scarlet Woman Meaning Novels & Stories

That's why she can't kill her. Scarlet smiled at her triumphantly and sarcasm was dripping from her smile. "You can't kill me Aurora," Scarlet said loudly while laughing. And lift her hand in the air. "Because I'm immortal." "What do you think about yourself that you can do anything with your power? And you underestimate my powers. I'm famous for my powers and I'm the most powerful witch in my clan. You tried to burn me into ashes. But you don't know I can end your life." Scarlet said arrogantly. And Aurora looked at her with her sharp gaze.

Scarlet replied, acting like she wanted to cover her nose. Cassandra, who has witnessed this, steps up. She couldn't believe what just happened. “Wait, wait. Why are you so mean to her?” Cassandra wonders. Scarlet crossed her arms, while smirking at Cassandra. “We are not mean to her. In fact, we are just stating the fact that this woman is a curse in our pack,” Scarlet mumbled. I keep my mouth shut, despite how my blood boils inside my body. Scarlet is really annoying and if I just don't know how to control myself, I have already shut her off.

Brown said and then, she went out of the room just like that. Scarlet sighed heavily as she reminisced about everything has just happened tonight, a night that changed her entire life! Goodness, who would have thought that she, Scarlet is the heir to a conglomerate and the wealthiest woman in the whole of the USA? Such an enormous fortune! “This will be a very interesting game to play for those pests that thought they can ridicule me,” she smirked.

… In a cold, damp room in Malthor, cold water ran down from my hair, and my back was pressed tight to a freezing concrete wall. A woman in a tight red dress stood in front of me, with several burly men behind her. The men wore leering smiles that made their intentions impossible to mistake. I didn't know if I was shaking from the cold or from fear. My teeth chattered as I demanded, "Who are you?" "I'm the boss here," the woman said. "Everyone calls me Scarlet."

Her voice is quiet, even. “Breathe through it. You’ve survived worse.” She’s right. Hours pass in sweat and curses. My body fights, tears, rebuilds itself in pain. I think of every kill I’ve made, every face I’ve watched fade, and I push harder. The cry splits the room. A girl. Red-skinned and loud, just like she should be. The hooded woman lays her on my chest. “She’s strong,” she says. “She’s perfect,” I whisper. “Scarlett.”

"And I'm sorry, what's your name again?" The woman laughed-well, it sounded more like a giggle. "I'm Scarlet Kandma." She moved her left hand in a wide arc. "Greetings and salutations, Goddess Hollyn." I wanted to wrap her up in a hug and then stick her in my pocket. I didn't...because touching. But she was so stinking cute. I repeated the greeting. "Welcome to my home. And thank you! That made me feel important." Scarlet blinked rapidly a couple times. "I'm glad. I think we can learn a lot about each other. But we'll do that after you've kicked some fucking ass."

When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you." I stared at the platform that was identical to my previous life, and the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces flooded through my body again. I swallowed nervously in terror. I shouted, "You really are insane!" "I'm not insane! I'm just fighting for my happiness! What did I do wrong?" she yelled hysterically, blaming me as if I were guilty. "God gave us two chances at rebirth. In this life, if you had just stayed loyal to me, Connor would've followed the script and pursued me. Why did you betray me?"

“Surely you saw my present for you in your office earlier? I can’t imagine you haven’t heard of my name going around and the rumors of my efficiency?” The Matron couldn’t believe her ears - the infamous Cleaner was Scarlet? This was crazy. This couldn’t be happening. “No, not you. You can’t be The Cleaner - you are a nobody, no family, nothing!” The Matron shook her head in denial, a sweat breaking out and her breathing increasing as she felt panic start to settle in. Scarlet leaned closer, gently caressing the Matron’s face with her long red nails - a tribute to her name gifted by the very woman she was bearing down on.

“You can have a lot of fun taming her. We'll start at fifty thousand for her price.” I casually looked at the slave in question, studying her. My mind jolted as I caught sight of her face. Her dark hair, her soft features. Her beautiful but strained body, the pain and exhaustion on her face. Spice? Her name was not Spice. It was Marlowe. Marlowe Sage Kunetsov. I could never forget. What the fuck was she doing here? I inhaled slowly to call my racing heart. I was not supposed to be reacting this way. She was not supposed to be drawing this kind of reaction from me. At least, not anymore.