Scarlett Drake Novels & Stories

"She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you." Drake roared and started to be wild. He picked up the hunters one by one and moved quickly as he broke the hunters' heads mercilessly. "Get him, don't let the alpha gone in your sight!" The hunter in a black hat ordered as his men started to shoot and throw knives in Drake's direction. "Don't let your guard down!" Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain.

“But now we’re in it.” She held out her hand. “Laptop.” Relief hit so fast it made my chest ache. I handed it over immediately. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet,” she said, already typing. “If I die, I’m haunting you.” “You’re dramatic.” “I’m realistic.” Minutes passed. The sharp click of keys filled the room. Each second stretched tighter than the last. “Adrian Drake…” Her brows lifted slightly. “Wow.” “What?” “How did I miss this, Ariel? You hit the jackpot. Multi-company CEO. Heir to Lady Nyra. Rich enough to buy countries.”

“There must be a problem with your wolf. She should have helped you in healing this. However, our pack doctor is an expert and he is going to correct this.” Little does he know that my scar is like a badge of honor, a constant reminder that I must seek revenge for wrongs done to me. “Thanks. You are so kind." I say. Just then the door opens and a boy, about ten years old walks in. “Ah Victor, come in. Meet my mate Alicia. Alicia, meet my brother Victor.” Drake says. I can see now that he can really smile, a smile that melts away all the seriousness on his face. For the first time I have seen his teeth. He looks absolutely handsome.

“I’m normally not this shy.” Drake takes the glass from her and refills it, handing it back to her not saying a word. “Okay. Well my name is Lydia Gulbransen. I’m 18 years old, born Feb 14th 1994. I am the child to Rebecca Montoya and Severus Gulbransen. I’m a business school drop out, my dad ditched us when my moms was pregnant, my mom ended up severely injured in a car accident, and I had to become a hooker… I mean escort, to pay the bills… there does that

"Since then, she’s been trying to solve the murder case that happened in school." "Wait," my husband cut in. "The same one that was ruled a suicide?" "Yes, sir," Zane replied. Then, a breaking news flash came through the flat TV screen on the wall, showing Elena Scarlet’s picture. "Oh, please don’t tell me this made it to the news," I muttered angrily. "Elena Scarlet has solved the death case previously ruled a suicide," the reporter stated. "She has finally exposed the real killer—Rosa, a close friend of the late Gloria. Elena is currently unconscious but stable at the hospital," the reporter added.

Her eyes are as deep a blue as I remember. "Hi. I'm Layla Ambrigino! Your father hired me to watch Lorie while you were away. It's nice to finally meet you!" Layla says as she extends her hand out to me shaking me from my day dream. Does she not remember who I am? I think to myself as a sadness fills my chest. I quickly reach out and take her hand in mine. Her skin is soft and cool to the touch and I find myself not wanting to let go. "I am Nicolae Draven. It's a pleasure to meet you Layla. I want to apologize for my father leaving so abruptly and leaving you two alone." I reply with a forced smile.

I opened the video file I had recorded an hour ago. My face stared back at me pale, determined, and trembling. “My name is Sheila Drake,” I began in the recording, my voice steady despite the tightness in my throat. “I was declared dead a year ago in a fire set by my husband, Adrian Drake. What I’m about to share will expose the truth behind his empire, his company, and the blood he’s built it on.”

“Why do you look… proud?” I blinked, watching Scarlet fade into the crowd like a half-remembered dream. Pride? That wasn’t the word. Or maybe it was. “She just… she was brave,” I said finally, the words catching on something in my throat. “Braver than anyone I have seen in a long time.” Anette nodded, brushing her damp hair back. “Yes. And a little crazy too.” I laughed softly because she wasn’t wrong. Scarlet Rosetti—no, Dr. Scarlet Blackthorn—was still just as wild, just as reckless, just as maddeningly impossible as she had ever been.

You walk in, you deliver the information, you walk out. You are Dr. Scarlett Fox. Scarlett Fox has no history with these people. Scarlett Fox has never sat at their dining room table. Scarlett Fox was not handed five thousand dollars and a suitcase and told to disappear. Scarlett Fox does not exist in any record that connects to the woman who drove off a road ten years ago. I closed the chart. Checked my reflection in the dark computer screen. Checked my reflection in the dark screen of the office computer, surgical cap gone, hair pulled back cleanly, white coat, ID badge that said Dr. S. Fox, Cardiothoracic Surgery in letters that had been my name for ten years.

I said in my harsh tone. She smiled seductively. "I want to do business with you. But first you should sit and let's talk." Business? Is this girl crazy or what? She's so confusing and annoying. And why would I take a drink from her?. "What makes you think I'd want to do business with a crazy bitch like you. You seriously think you're that important aren't you? Do you have any idea who I am?." "Drake John Sunders. One of the biggest hits in the country and the world, has the biggest assets and leader of a big gang. I know everything about you. You have a brother, mother, father, girlfriend and... a daughter."