Scarlett Grey Novels & Stories

That word triggered something within me. I wasn’t sure how to express it, but it happened. The sound of that name bothers me; it has left its mark on me. On my 18th birthday, at my old pack, while most of my friends transformed under the blood moon. Lyra also changed, but she has always been the daughter of an omega. A maid who worked for my father. That's how our friendship began. Before the bond formed between Kael and me, I was bullied by the pack members, and in response, I made a dare.

Killian leaned back against the table while Ralph’s green gaze was smouldering through my soul. “I told you, Rara, I have many ways to make you obey,” Alexei muttered darkly. The door opened with a loud thud mirroring the one in my chest. A petite frame was pushed inside. Her dishevelled hair fanning her face, the tattered clothes clinging onto her sun-kissed skin, her whole body trembling, she looked barely recognisable. Yet. Yet, I stumbled back with a gasp. “Scarlett…” ******** Your comments are appreciated.

He quickly walks out of the theatre room and takes Victoria to their chambers where she can feed in privacy and then rest. Scarlett knew as soon as she walked into the theatre who the female in front of her was thanks to her visions. When Scarlett hears Victor’s team enter the theatre room, she approaches Elizabeth slowly, placing her hand gently on Elizabeth’s shoulder. Elizabeth jumps at the contact but relaxes when she looks into Scarlett’s soft and kind eyes. Using the basic Vampire gift Scarlett says in a soft tone, “This is Alexander Nathaniel’s second head warrior and they are Victor’s second response team, they will take care of him.”

Scarlet looked out the window, pretending not to notice, her hand brushing against the flowers still resting on her lap. “You really like parties, huh?” she asked. Grey’s smirk deepened. “No. I like watching people lose control.” Mira gasped, then laughed. “That’s so dark. I love it.” Scarlet shot him a look. “You’re a fucking psychopath.” He tilted his head slightly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Scarlet’s heart did a stupid flip in her chest. Grey’s tone was teasing, low enough to make her skin crawl—in a good way.

Scarlett So today I'm going to meet my friend zayn for lunch, he wants a favor and I can do anything for him. Don't get me wrong cause he's my bestfriend from grade 7, I guess. Well whatever, oh sorry I didn't introduced myself I'm scarlett silvermist Williams, world's no. Hacker and software programmer, so you can say I'm kind of rich and I was born in london, I'm a britisher but lives in New York.

Scarlett sluggishly walked down the halls of the Grayson floor. Her hair was tied up atop her head in a ponytail. She had on a silk black turtleneck shirt, a sleeveless shirt paired with high-waist, wide-legged grey pants with black pumps. She slowed down as she approached the art hanging on the opposite wall, the erotic art. She stopped in her tracks, the art was an oil painting of a man and a woman entangled in the sheets. Just like the first time she saw it, it struck her.

"A crude, outdated algorithm. You think you can infect my mainframe with spiritual superstition, Anomaly?" Scarlett didn't flinch. Her star-silk cloak rippled in a digital wind that didn't exist, and the jade brush in her hand glowed with a warm, amber brilliance that violently clashed against the cold violet of the room. "I don't need to infect your mainframe, old man," Scarlett said, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. The white floor hissed beneath her boots, the digital landscape trying to reject her presence. "I just need to break your logic."

Grey had watched Scarlett grow into the strong, capable woman she was today, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and affection. The memory of the health orientation program that Scarlett had organized for the pack resurfaced in Dr. Grey's mind. It had been a remarkable initiative, showcasing Scarlett's dedication to the well-being of others. She remembered how Scarlett had taken charge of the event, sharing valuable information with the pack members about health and wellness. The way Scarlett had interacted with everyone, her confidence and passion shining through, had left an indelible mark on everyone present.

Scarlett. I bet he has a hundred concubines chasing after him ,each more beautiful than the last. And there I was … sitting in despair, not knowing what I'll be of . This was not the first time, nor will it be the last I'll see panties in his suitcase. Each time my eyes beheld them, it feels as though my heart will crumble into pieces. I'd always feel this cold thing run through my spine. Who was that? I jolted out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.

He said, watching her jump up from the bed and walk in front of where Daario was sitting. "That's a question not even Greyworm can answer, but I don't need questions," she said with a powerful smile. She grabbed the only attachment to her clothing, a golden ring the size of a closed fist, she snapped it out, and her silver-white dress, the color matching her hair, fell to the floor with the ring making a light metallic sound that echoed through the room.