Scarlett Beauregarde Novels & Stories

My mother had already blessed him with a daughter 10 years prior to this birth, my sister Scarlett. Scarlett had the beauty that my mother possessed. Bright red hair, green eyes brighter than the most polished emerald. She was already tall for a ten year old, and showed a great intelligence in school, as well as on the training field. She was both beautiful and intelligent which are both traits revered in the werewolf community.

Scarlet raised up her head and gave her that hard stare that she had never seen in her face before . She had always known the young mistress to be sweet kind with her words and always smiling but since she got back to being her real identity , her character had dratiscallly changed over night , she was now cold , short tempered and always angry that even she Kira didn’t know whom she was dealing with anymore . “ Kira “ scarlet yelked impatiently at her . “ Am sorry young mistress , I would go get that done with immidiately . ****** Scarlett sat on the meeting with the top boards directors in the company .

“After recuperating, I’ll be back on your screen. Thank you.” The security quickly cleared a path and led us toward the VIP exit. As the private elevator to the basement opened, there stood someone near a sleek, black Bugatti. His brown hair was styled perfectly, each strand in place. But he had a cold face and a calm kind of confidence that made it impossible to ignore him. He looked like the kind of guy who could cause total confusion in the midst of girls just by walking in. “Hello, Mr. Scarlet.” He shook hands with Elena’s dad.

"But you are not getting anything else to wear!" Scarlett scowled and banged the door shut. She opened the cupboard again and stared inside. Those would look ridiculous on her. She took a deep unwanted breath and took out a blood red coloured dress with black lacings. She got out of her bathrobe and had so much difficulty in wearing the dress but she didn't dare call for help. In half an hour she was done. She left her hair open and got out of her room. Right on cue, Zane, Mick and Helen got out of theirs

Scarlet nodded, the hands melted away, and she stood back as October and Harlow took their revenge. Scarlet smiled down at Coraline when they were done. "Honestly. Selina, Mariah, Rose, Coraline, or whatever you call yourself. I don't know how you did it. Pretending to be so many people, but killing you will feel so fucking good. Especially after how you betrayed all of us, who truly cared for you." Scarlet laughed, her true side showing. Her purple eyes burned away as purple flames took their place. Her hair was now completely on fire and a scythe appeared in her hand.

I was upset because she was rhyming with my Scarlette. Scarlette chuckled. "It's pure coincidence, Sapp, so relax. And, I wear it better," she wears everything better. From her beautiful dark skin to her vibrant red hair, she always looks great. The girl, on the other hand, didn't. She was a redhead too but her hair was ginger and her eyes were hazel brown. She had golden tan skin and she just happened to tie her hair up into a messy bun just like Scarlette. Yeah right. Coincident my ass.

They were polite and apologized for the inconvenience and directed us towards a different exit point. It took a few minutes for the queue to shorten and only the two of us were left waiting at the door, I could see Keenan. As we approached the curtains that closed off the first exit, they were opened and I was shocked to see why the area had been closed off. Scarlett had just exited the area, part of her green dress was torn, exposing her breast. Her hair was messy and she looked like someone who was ready to kill. Her face was flushed and dark red.

"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.

Scarlet entered the changing-room, welcomed by the buzz of sewing machines and muted conversations. She was taken to a private chamber, full of breathtaking clothes — silk, sequins, stiff corsets, feathered flourishes. Each piece was designed to shock on the runway. As she stroked the fabric of an intricate beaded bodice, the energy in the room changed. A different presence occupied the space. Scarlet recognized the presence without needing to turn around. Sydney Harper. A hush swept through the stylists as Scarlet caught Sydney’s reflection in the mirror. The pair stared each other down — one inscrutable, the other sardonic.

Scarlet thought. I went to the bathroom and took a bath. After taking a bath, I got dressed, wore my eyeglasses and blow dried my hair. I was looking at herself in front of the mirror as I tied my hair up to a messy bun. I am so lazy to fix this bun, I am always ugly and I can’t even understand why Dimitri thinks I am beautiful. The make up in the bar was so amazing though. It felt like it was not me. Yes, it was not me. It was Scarlet Heart. I am Hearcille Reina, the plain jane.