Scarlett Estevez Age Novels & Stories

Maybe Scar isn't really a weak human maybe there is something special about her that will make her a great Queen. "good night love birds.." I said getting up running up the stairs to my room as I heard them chuckle. They were still standing there hugging each other as if they haven't seen each other for days while it was only a day. I hope I can get such from scar. "Zane I found the information.." Aaron mindlinked me. "Yes tell me.." I said sitting on the bed in the guest room. "Her full name is Scarlet Reyes she lives with her mom. dad unknown and is fifteen years old. Birthday 30th march.." he said.

What would happen if Scarlett were to realize she was Spencer's wife? "What's your name, miss? I'm Scarlett Young; you can just call me Scarlett. I'm 19 this year." Scarlett introduced herself cheerily. She'd always been outgoing and loved making new friends.

Scarlett’s POV: “I’m fine,” I said gently, patting her head. Seeing how worried she was warmed my heart. I had left the people who truly loved me to be with Everett in Los Angeles, only to come back burdened and broken. Guess fate couldn’t bear to watch anymore. Thankfully, it wasn’t too late. I was only twenty-three—life was long. From now on, I was going to live bigger and better… for myself, and for all those who never stopped loving me.

It was not easy for anyone. "And as for our youngest barrette on the island. The first ever to become a barrette at 16. I have a present for you" Angel ran back up to the stage excitedly. She lived for surprises. "Well, what is it?. What is it?" Eve chuckled at the girl's eagerness "You'll see...." Eve said with mysterious eyes before signaling Scarlet. "Go and get the present" Scarlet nodded, she herself was excited to see everyone's reactions.

“Need something?” Scarlett grins, a malicious persona about her sinking in. “Actually, I brought you a present.” “You might have not gotten the memo but it's my three year old's birthday not mine.” “Oh, I know.” her grin darkens. She searches her purse and brings out a handkerchief and puts it forward, her smile growing bigger. “For you, and I brought little Layla a present too I'll give it when we sing happy birthday. But wait..” she frowns, “It's not actually her birthday today, is it?”

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ + •*.』 ~THE VERY MORNING... Scarlett's 18th birthday was on the coming Tuesday. And she was getting scared by the second.

Scarlett smiled coquettishly, "This is also my alma mater. I came to see my alma mater. I don't think I need a reason, right? If I had pursued a postgraduate degree, I would have graduated with this class." After speaking, Scarlett glanced meaningfully at Vivienne. Vivienne remained silent, avoiding eye contact. The people around her were all attracted to Scarlett, rushing towards her like a tidal wave. Many people asked for autographs, and some bold ones even asked about the online gossip between Scarlett and Asher Montgo, or if Scarlett was dating both Asher and Ezra. Scarlett naturally didn't answer such questions. She simply announced in a high-profile manner, "I have always been devoted

Scarlett muttered and turned around before lifting the sports bra that she was wearing before the food that he wanted. "You’re a witch." Theodore pointed out, but he dared not reach near her, respecting her privacy. Unlike werewolves, witches and vampires didn’t like nudity, so invading their privacy wasn’t a good idea. "I’m also a mother, smarty-pants," Scarlett responded. "And don’t forget your baby also has wizard’s blood in his vein." She snapped at him. Theodore didn’t say anything about that part. He had met her daughter, Raven, who was barely a year old. So he could guess how Scarlett could breastfeed Griffin.

I’d taken her devotion for granted and belittled the very woman who’d given up everything to stand beside me. It had been years since I’d felt that kind of joy with her—the kind that made everything else asides us seem irrelevant. Before Marcus could continue, the door opened. Scarlett swept in, dressed in a sleek red dress that hugged her figure, her expression one of practiced sympathy. “Alexander,” she cooed, moving to my side and resting a hand on my arm. “You look exhausted. Still no word from Evelyn? I hate to say it, but… maybe the rumors are true. Maybe she really did find someone else. I mean, she was just an omega. Perhaps she felt she couldn’t keep up with—”

Lucas The private investigator I'd hired was worth every exorbitant dollar I was paying him. Marcus had recommended the best, and within three days, I had a file on my desk thick enough to confirm what I already knew in my gut. Scarlet Hayes. Age thirty-one. Chief of Neurosurgery at Seattle Grace Medical Center. Relocated to Los Angeles five years ago, shortly after our divorce was finalized. Single mother to one Jace Alexander Hayes, aged five. Five years old.