Scarlett Caraval Novels & Stories

Book 2: Ruthless Daddy Intro: She ran from one cage... straight into another. Scarlett Martinez had one rule on her wedding day: escape at all costs. She slapped her pompous groom, told the priest "no," and ran straight into what she thought was her getaway car. Wrong car. Wrong driver and wrong man entirely. Chapter 1: Wrong Car, Right Devil:

We drank to our fill, and started eating. “So, what happened with Valendor?” I asked. “What exactly did she say?” Scarlett sighed, dropping her spoke for a moment. I paused eating also, thankful that I had waited till she was almost done before asking. “Valendor said a lot of things, but she said that you're the Prince that was promised, the last of the White wolves, and the hybrid of the demon wolves.” Scarlett said, and my eyeballs widened. “I'm a hybrid?” I scoffed, and she nodded.

When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you." I stared at the platform that was identical to my previous life, and the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces flooded through my body again. I swallowed nervously in terror. I shouted, "You really are insane!" "I'm not insane! I'm just fighting for my happiness! What did I do wrong?" she yelled hysterically, blaming me as if I were guilty. "God gave us two chances at rebirth. In this life, if you had just stayed loyal to me, Connor would've followed the script and pursued me. Why did you betray me?"

One of the domestic staff approached me on the terrace where I stood and said, “Sir, your guest has arrived.” “Thank you; I’ll be right out.” I had sent a car to pick up Scarlett and bring her to the mansion. I went out to the driveway to meet her. Scarlett stepped out of the car looking gorgeous in the burgundy velvet dress that I had delivered to her yesterday. The dress accentuated all the soft curves of her body. I watched her walk towards me with my mouth a little open. She reached out to me. “Hello Cade” “Hello Scarlett. She looked a little nervous.

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?"

The Rose Society's convoy had arrived. Leading the way was an eye-catching Level 6 red convertible sports car, its streamlined body like a tongue of flame, a blood-red rose blooming amid the ruins. The door swung open. A pair of long, elegant legs emerged first, followed by the rest of an alluring figure coming into view. Scarlett stepped out. She wore a black slip dress with a fur vest draped over it, thin against the evening chill, her long, wine-red curls falling loose over her shoulders, striking and gorgeous.

I remained seated at the table, the scent of her—that agonizingly perfect blend of caramel, rain-drenched apples, and something uniquely Aurora—lingering in the air like a ghost. ​On the table sat the wedding invitation Scarlett had so gleefully presented. It was thick, cream-colored cardstock with gold-embossed lettering: The Marriage of Maverick Xanders and Scarlett DuPont. I stared at it until the letters blurred. To the rest of the world, this piece of paper represented a merger of power and prestige. To me, it looked like a tombstone.

The Eclipse Gala was already buzzing when their car pulled up to the grand venue early that evening. Crystal chandeliers sparkled through the tall windows, and soft music floated out into the warm night. Elian stepped out first, looking sharp in a deep burgundy suit that hugged his frame perfectly. The rich color made his skin glow and it brought out the dangerous spark in his eyes. Dex followed right behind him in a sleek all-black suit with a matching burgundy tie. It was definitely a silent statement that they belonged together, whether they liked it or not.

“Including royalty from our most valued allies. Please join me in welcoming Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack!” Spotlight blazed across my face. I stepped forward with fluid grace, ignoring the stunned silence from those who remembered the broken girl I used to be. As I moved toward the platform, something extraordinary happened. Ancient marks began to glow beneath my skin—silver lines that traced intricate patterns up my arms and across my décolletage. The mark of true royal bloodlines, power that hadn't been seen in centuries. The entire hall gasped. I reached the platform and turned to face the crowd, my marks still pulsing with otherworldly light. When I spoke, my voice carr

She took it up, her voice full of despair. "Damon," she said. "I can truly help you. I'll offer you all the things you need. I'll do anything I need to do. "Please, just help me get out of here." There was a lengthy wait on the other end, and then Damon's voice came through, colder than ever. "Scarlett, you'll regret this." The call ended suddenly when the line clicked. Scarlett's heart raced faster than ever because she knew she had just made a deal with the devil.