Scarlett Beauregarde Novels & Stories

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

Standing in the doorway, bathed in harsh light, I couldn't look away from the betrayal unfolding in front of me. Leila pulled away, her eyes meeting mine with a calculating stare that sent shivers down my spine. There was no hint of remorse in her expression, as if she were wearing a mask of deception that had finally slipped away, revealing her true nature as a master of lies. Trembling, my hand pointed accusingly, but I couldn't find my voice to verbalize the question that hung in the air. Jason, on the other hand, recoiled in a dramatic show of surprise, a facade of innocence painted across his face like a cruel parody.

Maggie stated and he dumped Scarlett’s body into a big bath, Maggie closed the door and they sat outside while Scarlett began healing from the water. “Who did this to her?” Maggie asked shocked at Scarlett current state. “That wrench” Gabrielle cursed, she couldn’t shake the thought that Livey had powers which was clearly impossible. ‘What kind of wolf is she?’ She asked herself. Gabrielle was just a pink wolf and Scarlett was a red wolf, most girls had just a few other exquisite colour and that was all, none was heard to have powers like what she saw Livey bear. She was at total lost when they fought because of the powers she had, her only saving game was the mistletoe knife which helped he

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.”

Patricia, still wearing a back brace, collapsed to the floor, rocking back and forth, wailing. "My grandson! My poor, poor grandson... killed before he ever drew breath!" Scarlett played her part to perfection -- trembling, tears streaming, the picture of devastated fragility. "Dr. Hale... Garrett and I grew up together. You took him from me -- fine, I made my peace with that. But why did you have to go after my baby?" "If you hate me, come after me. The baby was innocent..." She wept beautifully, a woman transformed from the crass bully she'd always been.

But Scarlet refused to play by the rules. One of the bodyguards managed to undo her robe, but Scarlet bit his hand. Her teeth sank deep into his skin, making him scream. He had to let go of her immediately. Next, she spat into the eyes of the other guard, and the struggle continued while Cassius stood and watched in disgust and anger. The guests began whispering in low tones, which quickly spread throughout the room. The talk among them was that the young lady was Scarlet Blackwood, the daughter of the late finance billionaire Bradley Blackwood. And it posed the question: What could she possibly be doing here?

The lessons learned over those three years were painful, and I wouldn’t allow myself to lose a second time. Gilberto iver pov Having spent so many years with her, I understood her stubbornness, just like the way she had once pursued Dominic Blackwood with reckless abandon; no one could dissuade her. "Alright, is there anything else you need me to do?" I thought for a moment, a glint of mischief flashing in my eyes. "Help me grab some accessories from Scarlett's dressing room." I raised an eyebrow. "Scarlett Hayes is our competitor. Do you really think she'll help you?" "Scarlett made a big show of boasting in front of everyone. Does she really want to be embarrassed?" At that moment, Scarlet

I’d taken her devotion for granted and belittled the very woman who’d given up everything to stand beside me. It had been years since I’d felt that kind of joy with her—the kind that made everything else asides us seem irrelevant. Before Marcus could continue, the door opened. Scarlett swept in, dressed in a sleek red dress that hugged her figure, her expression one of practiced sympathy. “Alexander,” she cooed, moving to my side and resting a hand on my arm. “You look exhausted. Still no word from Evelyn? I hate to say it, but… maybe the rumors are true. Maybe she really did find someone else. I mean, she was just an omega. Perhaps she felt she couldn’t keep up with—”

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

She turned to her side and glanced at her daughter. "Look after the Lady. I'll be right back." Rebecca said and quickly left the room. "Where are you going, Duchess?" Zita asked her but got no response. Rebecca quickly climbed down the stairs and hurried off to where Williams was. She stood at a distance and watched Williams. Thomas had kept an apple on the thief's head while Williams aimed his arrow at him. He let go to the fetching and shot the arrow. He flew close to the man's forehead and landed on the target-the apple.