Scarlett Caraval Novels & Stories

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

- Esther asked, relaxing a bit, but as she looked into the strange eyes of this woman, without any pupils, she still felt a little scared. - At first, when you started looking for information about us, especially after contacting 'the_scarlet_truth' user, we had to stop you, so we haunted your house to scare you and discourage from delving further into it.- Saraqael said, as if ignoring her questions.- So it was us the first time, but not the second time. And we didn't install that search engine on your laptop again, we removed it and we hoped it would stay that way. Unfortunately, as it turned out, by succumbing to your curiosity and opening this search engine again, you invited something v

I shake my head a little to get my mind back on the task at hand. "There is a distinctive difference between the two of us and that would be our eye colour. Ruth has gold eyes, whereas mine are red. Scarlett has her reasons for giving me control. I am just that little more stronger than Ruth, so really Scarlett is more vampire than wolf but Ruth is more special." "Scarlett... Sorry Cara, can we have a list of who is passing on these rumours, so they can be judged, all rumours inside the castle concerning the Royal family must be reported when heard or share the consequences with the one that started the rumour."

Scarlett scream in pain as her leg kept burning her as it gets wider Everytime. "Sorry babe! What are we going to do now? " Just take me home, maybe we could use the spell book to search for a cure. "Aurora you can go to class now please and promise not to tell anyone what just happened. Brandon utter as he disappear with Scarlett. *****

Harvey turned on his phone and enlarged the picture. The background of the picture was a New Year's Eve’s fireworks party at Victoria Harbor. Scarlett was putting her head on the shoulder of a tall and handsome man, her lips an infatuated smile. Harvey studied the picture for a while, and then said quietly, “So Scarlett got lured in by just looks alone?” “Of course not. What if there’s also the title of princess in the York family on the line?” Harvey was startled. He went silent, deep in his thoughts.

He wanted to get away from the place as soon as possible because it reminded him, Celeste was going to leave their house soon. Scarlett could understand his grief. Because both of them were sailing in the same boat. “One day or the other she has to get married. Be happy she chose a man who loves her and has taken care of her through thick and thin.” Scarlett spoke to Carson in a voice only he could hear. “I do not want to talk about it!” Carson spoke in the same tone Scarlett talked to him. She only nodded. Carson was grieving. The sales lady brought the packed dress to the cash counter. Celeste was about to pay but Carson stopped her. “I will pay for it, princess. My days are good that at

Instantly, I regret it when Scarlett turns to me with a betrayed look. “Traitor. After all the help I gave you to win over your wife, now you’re taking his side?” She turns back to Kalet, who’s still smiling nervously, holding the two tickets as if waiting to be slapped. Miraculously, the slap never comes. “Fine, I accept,” she mutters, and Kalet exhales in visible relief. Scarlett snatches the tickets from his hand with a devilish smile. “Nice gesture. I couldn’t buy them this year, but now that I have them, I’m not wasting them. Giselle,do you want to come with me?”

*** The first strike came during cocktail hour. I’d stepped away from Dominic for just a moment—offering a smile to a press rep near the mirrored fountain—when Delilah cornered me. “Scarlett,” she said sweetly, glass in hand, hair perfect, voice poison. “You look radiant for someone who should be dead.” I smiled sickly sweet. “Why, thank you.” “Though I did wonder… is red the best choice for someone so… fragile?” I raised a brow. “You mean pregnant?”

Carla was baffled when she saw tears, strolling down Scarlet’s eyes. “Scarlet, what happened?” She asked, out of concern, and Scarlet hugged her, and burst out into more tears. “Oh, goodness. Calm down, Scarlet.” Sylvia said, then led her to the sofa, and patted her back slowly. After managing to calm Scarlet down, and that she had toned down on her tears, Scarlet sniffled, and looked up to Sylvia. “So, are you ready to tell me what happened, now?” Carla asked, again. Scarlet nodded her head slowly, and fluttered her eyelids, trying to bring herself to speak out what she had seen that shattered her heart into pieces.

Scarlett walked in, poured into a tight black leather outfit. Her eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement. "We finally meet," she said, circling me. "Let's get a good look at the killer who dares to impersonate Valentina." She crouched in front of me, studying my face. "The disguise is good, I'll give you that. Almost the real thing." "I'm not a killer!" I cried. "I'm Valentina! I'm Alex's wife!" Scarlett burst out laughing. "Still acting? You really think he loves you?"