Scarlett Beauregarde Novels & Stories

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po

To know whether this elusive woman is the key to the power I crave,or the threat I fear. All this… this whole party… was made for them. Scarlett hovers at my side, a living weapon of charm and deception. Dressed to kill, whispering reminders about donors, alliances, subtle manipulations. I barely hear her. My focus is already on the double doors. “Scarlett,” I say, my voice cutting through her chatter. “Remember. Befriend the wife. It will do us good.” She nods, eyes bright, taking my words seriously. I adjust my collar one more time, the weight of anticipation pressing down.

Scarlet quipped, looking at Jessica. Jessica, reluctant to get involved in the commotion, chose to remain silent. If she fought, she would definitely lose, seeing Scarlet's posture far above her. Scarlet is sexy; her height is 180 cm, unlike herself, who is only 158 cm. "Excuse me, Miss." Jessica was about to leave, but Scarlet blocked her hand. "How dare you!" Scarlet glared at Jessica. She was so jealous of Jessica, who could walk beside Morgan, that Morgan gave her more attention.

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

Ever since he found his sister's dead body and her children, he had not been the same. "Lucian, you have made your point. Calm the fuck down," I told him. Scarlett returned, wearing the dress she claimed she stole and carrying the bag that Lucian had bought her. She handed him the bag. "I do not need your charity," she said, handing him the bag.

Jasper The scent of gardenias and Scarlet’s expensive perfume was making my head ache. I stood on the dais of the Great Hall, my hand resting on the small of Scarlet’s back. She looked perfect. Her gown was ivory lace, her hair was a masterpiece of coppery red curls, and the mark I’d carved into her neck just days ago was a proud, fresh shiny red scar. This was what I’d wanted. A respected, powerful, dignified woman. A mate who didn't smell of lightning and rain. Not the village freak, the daughter of a condemned and executed witch.

I snarled. Scarlett rolled her eyes at me, unimpressed. “She’s a grown woman. Let her have some fun.” Scarlett was 6ft tall, wore 5-inch stiletto heels, and her nails were sharpened to points that could slash throats. It may have scared off lesser men, and while I usually admired her ability to stand her ground, she’d be about as difficult to get out of the way as a twig if she wasn’t careful. “Scar, I swear to god,” I breathed.

Grey had watched Scarlett grow into the strong, capable woman she was today, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and affection. The memory of the health orientation program that Scarlett had organized for the pack resurfaced in Dr. Grey's mind. It had been a remarkable initiative, showcasing Scarlett's dedication to the well-being of others. She remembered how Scarlett had taken charge of the event, sharing valuable information with the pack members about health and wellness. The way Scarlett had interacted with everyone, her confidence and passion shining through, had left an indelible mark on everyone present.

That was how Flower whose name was actually scarlet has her way into the life of Hayden dark. Scarlet was the last child of her parents, her Father a Beast while her mother was a Human who died right after scarlet was born. She had live for more than two hundred years now in the quiet country of dense cress without finding any fun whatsoever so she concluded in going to Lane creek with some poisons in which she specialized in. She was known as a vicious lady who could kill without any remorse. She choose to walk right in at that moment. Truly she was a great beauty, one of her greatest asset.

She was more than capable of completing a mission on her own. "I know you're capable, Scarlett," Romero said sarcastically, sensing her irritation. "But it never hurts to have a backup plan." Scarlett rolled her eyes, knowing that Romero had a point even though he was clearly taunting her. She may be skilled, but anything could happen on a mission. "Fine," she said with a sigh. "But don't get in my way." Romero grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it." Not when he wanted nothing more but for her to be shaken by the gruesome events of the underworld.