Scarlett Caraval Novels & Stories

The day of George and Olivia's mating ceremony came earlier. This time, Scarlett was fully prepared to face those people and find out her best friend. These days, she kept calling Alaina, but no reply came from her. No calls, and no text messages, which only increased her anxiety. There were times, she wanted to rush there and find out the truth, but Ulva paused her, reminding her about the mission and her boundaries. Scarlett wore a classy pastel black dress and tied her long curls into a loose bun. She matched with a pastel black stilletoes.

Davis stopped swiping at the air, his breathing slowing as the suffocating illusion evaporated, leaving the room exactly as it had been—empty, overgrown, and still. I opened my eyes. The golden rings in my irises blazed brilliantly in the gloom, illuminating the shadows. "She broke it," Davis whispered, staring at me in sheer awe. High above us on the sweeping iron balcony, a figure stepped out from the darkness. Scarlett stood looking down at us. She wore her dark velvet cloak, but the pristine, flawless glamour covering her face was utterly gone. Her skin was deathly pale and stretched too tight over her cheekbones. Her pitch-black eyes stared at me, no longer filled with arrogant amusemen

It reminded me of the flames licking the walls of a house as she slowly stepped closer not to me though, but to him. It was red- Scarlett red. Fire burned so brightly, a fire that threatened to consume me.But I needed that fire the consume him instead, I wanted to watch him burn, watch him scream for my help while I stood a few minutes away from him with the most triumphant smile I could and it would have been the best day ever. I would have replayed it until I couldn't anymore.

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.

The brothers were no different from each other. " This is just perfect." Scarlett muttered to herself, covering herself with a cloak and slipping out, " I'll bring you down so hard, the only person that'll be able to help you would be me... Then, I'll take everything from you." She muttered to herself as she hurried out of the mansion. A carriage was already waiting for her outside. She stepped into the carriage, her clothes slightly soaked. The carriage driver snapped his reins and off they rode into the stormy night. It's a perfect night.

I offered. "No, it's alright, Scarlet. You can come in," Alexander said, cutting in. I watched Eva stand up at that very moment. I couldn't help but notice the strange bruise mark on her cheek, which I hadn't noticed earlier. As she walked out, she bumped into me, clearing her tears with her hand. My eyes remained fixed on her as she walked away. "Scarlet..." Alexander's voice came through, drawing my attention back. "It's nice to have you back with us, Scarlet. It's been some days now, I would say," Alexander stated.

“If Ms. Scarlet kneels to Evelyn today, she won’t argue. She won’t protest. She’ll bow, she’ll take it all silently like always, and when the pain becomes too much, she’ll walk away. Quietly. The marriage is already over. But as her husband and someone who is responsible, you should make sure her dignity doesn't face humiliation.” He straightened again, this time meeting my eyes without hesitation. “But Evelyn will see something else. She’ll see that you were willing to humiliate your wife for the sake of an ex-lover. And she’ll understand that your loyalty can be swayed. That you’ll forsake your own for someone who doesn’t belong to this Pack anymore. And Master... that will cost you far mo

Among them were two faces that made her breath hitch. Scarlet Sullivan, her half-sister, with her always-perfect platinum blonde hair, wore a blood-red gown that screamed for attention. Beside her, proudly holding her arm, was Andrew Carlton—the man who had once made Hazel’s heart flutter during their university days, before he ultimately chose Scarlet and the Sullivan family wealth.

Eve asked Scarlett to stay for a few more hours, but Scarlett turned her down. “You stay here and party till whenever you want, girl. But I really have to go home now. I’m sorry but today’s just not the day for these shenanigans. I promise, there will be a next time– next time we will paint the town red and drink the night away, okay?” The cab pulled over, and Scarlett said, “Okay, this is me, I’ve gotta go! Thank you for today! See you!” When the car arrived at Sandler’s villa, Scarlett put on her coat and walked out of the cab. She immediately noticed an intense smell of tobacco and alcohol coming from her coat, so she tried to walk and twirl around a little bit to lighten the smell.

I’m sure I have seen the vehicle before lingering near my work, but I can’t be sure as black cars with tinted windows are standard around here. I arrived at Scarlett’s and took a few breaths before knocking. The front door opened, and the beautiful red-headed Scarlett was just looking out at me, walking towards the door. She smiled at me, then I saw the colour drain from her face, so I turned to look behind me, and there was the black car that was driving up my arse earlier. As I looked at it, it sped away. Why was it here, and why did Scarlett look miffed when she saw it? “Hi,” I said, trying to get her attention, “You alright?” I smiled.