Scarlett Beauregarde Novels & Stories

A civilized evening of wine, music, and polite conversation beneath silver chandeliers while the pack quietly measured which woman looked more suitable beside Maddox Stormhaven. Scarlett arrived early. She wore pale silver again, though this time the gown was softer, more delicate, shaped to make her look less like a candidate and more like a blessing already accepted. Her hair was pinned beneath moon-white combs, her throat adorned with old Holloway pearls, and her hands folded with perfect grace at her waist. Beside her stood Lady Maerwynn Holloway. Rhea was not close enough to hear everything, but she saw enough.

Scarlett:,POV Scarlett could not breathe. The words on the screen blurred as tears filled her eyes. Scarlett Hayes was selected at age six. Initial transfer authorized by maternal guardian. Her hands trembled so badly that the silver key card nearly slipped from her fingers. "No…" The word left her lips like a broken whisper. Her mother. The same woman who had left her a warning. The same woman who had supposedly died trying to protect her. How could she also be the one who placed her in the program?

That word triggered something within me. I wasn’t sure how to express it, but it happened. The sound of that name bothers me; it has left its mark on me. On my 18th birthday, at my old pack, while most of my friends transformed under the blood moon. Lyra also changed, but she has always been the daughter of an omega. A maid who worked for my father. That's how our friendship began. Before the bond formed between Kael and me, I was bullied by the pack members, and in response, I made a dare.

I clicked in, my pulse hammering. Scarlett filled the screen, smiling too wide, twirling in that gown. The fabric shimmered under studio lights. She posed like she was on a runway, then lifted a sleek black bottle with gold lettering. “Today I’m so excited to show you a brand-new product from Morgan International…” My stomach knotted.

"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.

The security wasn't discreet; it was visible and absolute, a chilling declaration that the host was prepared for war but expected perfect peace. ​The Ruby Narrative: Amara worked closely with Alessia to craft the visual spectacle. The entire event was designed to focus on Amara’s transformation and the rubies. The décor was opulent but severe—deep crimson and white, mirroring the necklace. The objective was to present Amara not as a protected bride, but as the serene, powerful matriarch who had successfully secured the dynasty’s future.

He took a box beside the stuffed toy. “This is the ring that I bought after finishing an assignment in Sibayan. I still remember how it brought me excitement and joy when I purchased it.” His eyes were smiling as he reminisced the scene. He carefully opened the small box, there revealed a yellow gold ring adorned with a fully grown flower situated in the middle. It was so pretty. It matches perfectly to a young woman like her. “I have no idea that I couldn't give this to you. Instead, this is what I recieved.” Her orbs stared at a certain scar engraved on his arm. It was a long mark. A very apparent one at that. Just as she thought, written on his arm was her name. “But I'm here, Miguel. Yo

The waiter apologized repeatedly. "It's okay," Scarlett unusually didn't get angry. Instead, she turned to Vivienne and said, "Would you mind accompanying me to the restroom for a moment?" Vivienne followed Scarlett to the restroom, and as soon as they entered, Scarlett locked the door before speaking, "I got spilled on from behind just now. Can you help me unzip my dress and wipe it off?" She said, flipping her long hair to the side, exposing her entire back to Vivienne. Vivienne fell silent for a moment but eventually reached out her hand and pulled down the zipper on Scarlett's back. A smooth and fair back revealed a hideous scar.

Violently, Scarlet shivered. Standing in front of the wall mirror, Scarlet stared at her reflection, then at her left hand were a diamond ring rested, soon there would be a mark on her neck. She soughed. "Scarlet, Scarlet. Looks like you are a married woman now. Guess it's time to move on from Logan and sees what life has to offer while being with Reid" Nodding her head in acknowledgment, she set aside the clothes given to her and striped out from her wedding gown, exposing her bear skin, she instantly washes away every bit of makeup on her skin, letting her plum brown hair fall on her shoulders before she stepped into the shower.

Scarlet mumbled, and she gradually stood to her feet, still looking at the aged woman. All the guards who were approximately fifteen in number as they footed out of the car, bent their heads in high esteem for Mrs. Browns just as she was about to walk on. However, her hair loosen and that made her stop on her track, her hair falling elegantly slips her shoulder. “Oh no!” Scarlet muttered and she didn’t know when her legs moved swiftly to the woman to assist her. “Stop!” One of the guards barked at Scarlet, cautioning her not to come closer to the oldest lady of the house. The number one wealthiest woman in the whole of the USA.