Novel & Cerita Scarlett Hazen Parents

Scarlet asked but her mom kept on looking at my parents who I'm guessing had no idea what she was talking about. "Now both of their lives are in danger. She is still young and untrained and there is a lot of things we have to deal with---" " Mom calm down breath.." Scarlet said calming her Mom who seemed like she was having a panick attack. Do goddesses have panick attacks? "Calm down and tell me what's going on and why is it that Zane wasn't suppose to mark me?" Scarlet said slowly like she was talking to a ten year old. Her Mom took a deep breath then relaxed.

Helena yanked her hand free and turned back to Scarlet, venom dripping from every word. “You’ve always been rotten. A cursed child. That’s why your own parents sent you away.” Scarlet stiffened. Helena smiled cruelly when she saw it land. “No one ever wanted you, Scarlet. Not truly. You cling to other people’s mates because you have nothing of your own.” Scarlet’s laugh was sharp, hollow. “Funny,” she said, stepping forward. “Coming from a woman whose daughter fakes death to keep a man.”

That was how Flower whose name was actually scarlet has her way into the life of Hayden dark. Scarlet was the last child of her parents, her Father a Beast while her mother was a Human who died right after scarlet was born. She had live for more than two hundred years now in the quiet country of dense cress without finding any fun whatsoever so she concluded in going to Lane creek with some poisons in which she specialized in. She was known as a vicious lady who could kill without any remorse. She choose to walk right in at that moment. Truly she was a great beauty, one of her greatest asset.

This time, it was his mother, Georgina Woods, who spoke. “Come on, Mum, not you too!” Edwin shrugged, but his words fell on deaf ears as the rest of the family present kept on with it. “Look at her. She’s so perfect! She looks just like her mother, my old friend, Eva Thompson, when she was younger,” one of the aunts gushed, leaning closer to the screen as if trying to absorb Scarlet’s beauty through the television. The Woods and the Thompsons, both among the top three families in Melbourne, have had a strong form of alliance in business for decades. Both families had also benefited so well from the union back when Sebastian and Scarlet dated.

Scarlett had every intention of making sure that she would take over the duties of their household well, just as her mother did for her father. A sense of homesickness came over her as she moved to the kitchen, and began to bring out the flour, eggs, and milk. She wished her parents were here to meet Ian, at least now that she had finally had something good in her life happen to her. Usually, her powers were always a source of pain for her, as she could not live a normal life, as well as trouble for her parents, even though they did not show it. Scarlett remembered the argument that she and Oliver had overheard right before it had been decided that she would be going to stay with Elder Quinn

Scarlet stopped Horatio when he tried to get up. Their children were six years old now but acted much older. "Leo reminds me of you." Horatio kissed Scarlet softly on her lips. "Eww!" the quadruplets said together. Looking away from their parents, Shawn covered his eyes, while his siblings giggled. Scarlet smiled at them. "May said that Hazel looks just like my mom. And I think Leo looks like you. The only thing is, he has red hair." "Umm," was Horatio's only reply.

Helen replied hesitantly. "Exactly. I have a baby with phoenix blood. Both the mother and the baby have phoenix bloodlines," Scarlet explained, but Helen scoffed. "What do you mean?" "I mean what I'm saying.I mean what I'm saying.What do I do?" A loud bang on the door startled Scarlet, and she abruptly ended the call forcing her to go to the door.

I said quietly. I could feel my eyebrows coming down in confusion. “Caleb, please, I don’t want to do this; I want us just to get on like we were,” Scarlett said, looking at me with a lot of sorrow in her eyes. I could see that she was hurting and really didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t know what to do or say. “Can I get you something to eat or drink?” I asked with a small smile. “Yes, please, can I have a hazelnut latte and a piece of carrot cake?” Scarlett said, quite chirpy and smiled back at me.

"We’re not going to jump to conclusions without evidence. Dr. Landon, what can you tell us about her parents? About Hazel's background?" Dr. Landon, the pack's lead genealogist, stood up as he pulled out a folder of documents. Everyone's eyes snapped to him. He unfolded the papers and laid them on the table, glancing up at the council before speaking. "Hazel's father is Jared LièRén," he began. "A police officer in Ravenville. Clean record. No supernatural connections we can trace." Jared LièRén. The same name that haunted my memories, the same man I used to talk to when I was younger—Hazel’s father. I remembered all the times I’d been over at their house, playing games with Hazel, laughing

I needed him to wrap his arms around me, bury his face in my hair, and promise that we would survive this. Instead, the icy air seized in my lungs. My steps faltered behind the scratched plexiglass. Just a few feet away, Henry was pressed against the boards. His hands were tangled in another girl’s hair, kissing her with a frantic, consuming hunger that made my stomach turn over. When the girl finally pulled back, the harsh arena lights caught her profile. Scarlett Harrington. The breath I didn't realize I was holding left me in a hollow rush. Of all the people in Kingsley, it had to be her. The daughter of the man who had orchestrated my father's ruin, stolen our home, and reduced the Colli