Scarlett And Ashton Novels & Stories

SCARLETT The café suddenly felt too small, too bright, too loud. Brigit’s confused eyes moved between me and Ethan, her face pale with shock. My heart pounded so hard I could barely breathe. This was the moment I had been dreading — the moment my two worlds crashed together in the worst possible way. “What’s going on?” Brigit asked, her voice shaking. She looked at me, then at Ethan. “Ethan, why did you say? I don’t understand. Scarlett, please explain.”

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

"Even if I am stupid enough to let you exercise your duty as Luna, why the hell did you invite your fucking brother and Violet?" Rather than shrink into herself in fear, she got on her feet and faced me, head on. "Because they are family, Asher. Who holds a festival and forgets his own household—" "Scarlett!" I roared, grabbing her roughly by her upper arms. "You think this is a fucking game? You think you can manipulate your way into—" "Into what?" She interrupted softly in a voice that stirred up the fucking wrong emotions. "Your heart... Are you scared spending time with me will make you admit that you—"

She was swimming toward him now and B couldn’t figure out if he should be apologetic or put up his best macho facade. “I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he repeated over and over as she approached. He met her at the edge of the boat, where she hoisted her dripping body up onto the deck and started dripping bright red blood on his white boat deck. She definitely didn’t have a case of butter face. Thank you, Zac Brown Band, thank you. Now if he could just manage to bandage her up and win her over, maybe he had a chance with this pleasant discovery of his.

Aysel asked, her voice teeming a little as she took a step forward before them. "That shouldn't be the question,” Anthony stated frankly. And Scarlett interjected with a vicious smile on her lips. "The question should be what are you doing here with that bastard you gave birth to?” she asked, with a venomous smirk at the side of her red painted lips. "This is my home Scarlett! Get your filthy body away from my husband! He is mine!” Aysel furiously pulled Scarlett away from Anthony, mistakenly ripping off Scarlett’s dress in the process which rendered Aysel vulnerable to the hard slap that hit her across her face by Anthony.

She turns towards the newcomers and poses a question, seeking to identify who among them is proficient in texting. Dante observes the exchange, his hands casually tucked into his pants pockets, silently observing the unfolding situation. Asher eagerly responds, proclaiming himself as a skilled texter. “I am a big-time texter!” A mischievous grin spreads across Scarlet's face as she playfully tosses the phone in Asher's direction, catching him off guard. As Asher catches the phone, he becomes aware that it carries a private number with only one contact. Scarlet outlines the task, instructing him to initiate a subsequent text conversation with that individual.

Scarlett introduced, “Hi, nice to meet you” he stretched his hand for an handshake and she obliged, he could feel the sparks from their contact and was certain that she was his mate. She gave him a soft smile and he smiled back. Scarlett was happy as she watched them, Ash had never smiled to a girl in two years after he separated from Livey, he was always cold and strict with everyone hardly uttering a word. After the dinner, Ash and Livey were left to communicate with each other,

"The Meridian Group accounts are officially frozen. The Sovereign protocol has been completely archived by the Department of Justice. As of right now... I am completely broke, Scarlett." Scarlett turned within his arms, her fingers reaching up to find the collar of his navy sweater, her green eyes capturing the full, brilliant depth of the Blackwell blue in the fading twilight. A small, genuine smile—the one that didn't belong to any script or alias—softened her features until she looked entirely like the girl Raymond had left behind in the drafting rooms.

It was built for tense meetings: stone walls, silver-reinforced doors, one table, two exits, no windows large enough to shift through. The woman waiting inside looked nothing like Victoria. She was older, perhaps forty, with cropped black hair threaded with gray and a scar running from the corner of her mouth to her jaw. Her clothes were plain border gear, soaked through from travel. Silver cuffs locked her wrists to the table, but she sat upright, eyes sharp and exhausted. She looked at Daniel first. Then at me. “Scarlett Hayes,” she said. “Name.” “Anya Black.” Daniel’s expression changed. “Black Thorn bloodline.”

Gasps swept through the crowd as heads turned towards the entrance. My eyes widened the moment I saw who it was. Arthur! His gaze swept through the hall and finally landed on Alyssa. I slowly turned to look at her and I could see her already fidgeting. I turned back to him and just then I saw Scarlett walk in and took her seat somewhere in the crowd. But the red dress she wore with her irritatingly bold red lipstick made her stand out in the crowd. “What is the meaning of this?” I hissed under my breath, my fingers clenching the arm rest of my chair as I turned to Myla. She stuttered at the loss of what to say as she swallowed hard.