Scarlett Estevez Age Novels & Stories

Scarlett nodded and pointed to me. “Please come in,” she said. I smiled at Rich when our eyes met, but he froze in place. His mouth dropped open. “Please close your mouth, a fly might get in,” Scarlett jokes. I laughed at her comment. Only then did Rich snap out of it. “You are so beautiful, Jes! No,.. I mean, you look gorgeous,” he said. “Thank you,” I answered shyly. “By the way, this is Scarlett Carlson, my best friend. Scarlett, this is Rich Galvez.”

They hadn't moved, but she could feel their attention on her like a weight, very professional, patient and waiting for orders. "How do you know my name and my ex fiance's name?" She asked now that she recalled him calling Marcus name. "I know a lot of things sweetheart. Your full name is Scarlett Rose Martinez. You're twenty-three years old. You graduated from Stanford with a degree in art history that your father thought was useless. You are very good at sports which also is useless to your father. You've been engaged to Marcus Wellington III for eight months, and today was supposed to be the wedding of the year between both families." His smile widened. "Should I keep going sweetheart?"

“Four times. Always alone. Always in black. Same scarf. No face clear enough for software to catch.” Scarlett pointed at the screen. “Pause.” Silas did. The woman, in profile, was standing beside a bouquet cart. She lifted her hand and something shone briefly beneath her sleeve. Scarlett leaned in. “Can you zoom?” The image pixelated, but there it was a birthmark or scar on her wrist. Like a crescent moon. Scarlett went cold. She remembered that mark. A vague memory, from when she was maybe five or six, sitting in a stranger’s lap, reaching for a necklace. A soft voice whispering, “One day you’ll understand.”

Jamie shouted our way before returning inside to the party. “Please excuse my brother he can be hard at reading social situations.” Shane said as we entered the garden beside the pack house. I nodded and smiled without looking at him trying to focus on keeping my breathing regular with the shocks still being sent up from his hand. “So tell me about yourself Scarlett.” He said so softly I shivered. “Well.” I said managing to clear my throat so the words would come out. “I am 17 and looking forward to end of school, I am an alright student I guess, Math is my favorite subject apart from Mr. Franks.” I said giggling to myself at his boring voice.

Cyrus noticed the questioning look on Zoey's face, and she explained. Scarlett had a younger cousin studying in Volaris City. Her name was Barbara Mistelle. The Mistelles were a true academic family, with brilliance running deep in its bloodline. Scarlett was the lone exception. Her grades had always been poor, and she eventually drifted into acting. Everyone else in the family had become an elite in their respective fields. Zoey herself was a prime example. At just 26, she had earned a doctorate from a top-tier global medical institute and had already secured a position as an attending physician at a leading hospital.

Other guests turned to the scene unfold. “I'm sorry,” I said, my voice carrying clearly through the hall, “but I don't believe we've been formally introduced.” “Don't give me that bullshit,” Elena snarled. “Do you think a little plastic surgery and some fancy clothes will change what you are?” “How fascinating.” I examined my nails with bored interest. “And what exactly do you think I am?” Her face flushed red. “You're still the same fat, pathetic little pig. You can dress up all you want, but I can still smell the trash underneath.”

One person died with his head separated, so the underworld knew that it was the work of Mr J, who did not know his face. So far, his enemies have yet to live to see what Mr J looks like. *** Scarlett Elsher is a 23-year-old woman working at the Paramount Hotel as a Receptionist. She is a quiet woman with gentle words. She is beautiful, has few styles, and only thinks about her work to eat tomorrow. That's what Elsher, who is usually called Scarlett, has always cultivated. "Scarlett, the big boss, said he's coming. We need to get ready," said her seatmate Miley.

I don't want to scare her by asking about scar so suddenly. " Hello Mrs Williams, iam zayreen. Yeah! I'm good. How are you?" "That's nice to hear from Mrs William. Where is Scarlett ? I called her but she is not answering her phone. Is she sleeping?" Hoping to get a positive answer. I stopped breathing for a second hearing what she said. " ummm no..no Mrs williams everything is fine. I just want to talk to her about uni, nothing important. Yeah okay, thank you. Have a good day Mrs williams" I ended the call and turned to see omer looking my way hopefully.

Another piece of Arlo and me, growing. Scarlett sleeps soundly in the adjoining room, her soft breaths a gentle reassurance that all is well. She’s nearly 2 now and precocious beyond belief. She knows nothing about her bloodlines and being a nexus of power. For now her only job is to be a busy little girl, adored by everyone.

“I’ve got an appointment with Stella. I need to fetch things for tomorrow’s shoot.” Francis’s face turned dark when Scarlett told him she had to go back to campus. Hearing the name of Stella, “real” niece’s name, he felt strange inside for messing around with Scarlett. They must be about the same age, he thought. “How old are you?” Scarlett seemed to know what he was worried about, so she looked at him and smiled proudly, “I am 21!” She looked at his abashed face and added, “I’m 21, Uncle Francis!”