Scarlett Caraval Novels & Stories

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.

Carson or I guess, Carter says, dropping that information bomb on my head. “As in the assassin?” I balk recalling the name. “The rumors I’ve dug up surrounding Scarlet are just legendary as the Kings. She has maybe a dozen fewer kills than Sidhe does under her belt, and she is fifteen older than he is,” I say. But she didn’t appear in the criminal world until she was eighteen and Sidhe was killing people at the age of eight so both have an unfathomable number. “Yep. The very same," he says then changes the subject. "Fox was going to place Carley with Tempest, so he was surprised she laid claim to C.H.A.O.S. last month."

I breathe. "Yeah?" His voice is closer than I expect. "Why...what is this?" "The truth," Lorcan whispers. "This is who we are, Scarlett." Cillian grabs the woman, uncuffing her hands and in a matter of seconds, he's bending her over a different, red cushion and driving into her with a raging hunger. "Mindless beasts. Scared? Riordan doesn't look so prim and proper anymore, does he?"

He pulled me closer until my chest slammed against his solid frame. "Four years, Scarlett," he growled. My breathing hitched. After everything this devil had made me go through, my body still responded to him so easily. His gaze dropped to my lips, heavy with a dark hunger that made my stomach flip. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin right beneath my ear, his hot breath making my breath hitch. "Salvatore's priceless princess is mine. Tonight and always. You belong in my cage, princess."

Suddenly, the heavy front doors swung open and a high-pitched, melodic voice echoed through the hall. “Hudson! If I didn’t hunt you down myself, you’d never seek my warmth! You owe me a moon’s worth of apologies!” Scarlett Vale, the daughter of a neighboring Alpha, strode in wearing a gown of blood-red silk. She stopped short when she saw Avery. Avery tried to walk past, but Scarlett blocked her path, a chilling smile on her lips. “Avery Monroe. It has been an age.” Scarlett’s gaze was lethal. She blamed Avery for her brief exile to the Northern Wastelands. In Scarlett’s mind, Hudson was her destined mate, and Avery was merely a "dormant" glitch in the contract—a wife who didn't deserve the

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

My hand slid beneath her hem, my palm pressing against her soft skin as I gently caressed it. Scarlett felt a ticklish shiver and quickly pushed my hand away. “Let’s go first. Stop messing around…” “I’ll let go once you agree.” “Everett, you’re being unreasonable!” “Then let’s both compromise.” “How?” She turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and blinked her beautiful eyes. “Tell me.” “I won’t reveal my identity. In return, from now on, whenever you go out, let me accompany you.”"

Used. The car skidded across Lawson's marble front walk, and chandeliers cast golden light downward. Clicked camermen shutters and flashes lit the evening to incandescent white. Laughter, money- and pretence-conceived laughter, as the clinking of champagne glasses. My countenance was concealed in darkness, and individuals were before me. Whispers circulated within the crowd like snakes. She did appear after all. How sad. I'm sure she'd like another boy to ruin.