Scarlett Johansson Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Shock evident on several faces. "Rosa worked for the United Nations. She speaks seven languages. She built a career from absolutely nothing. No family money. No connections. No safety net beneath her at all." My eyes swept the room. "And you have the audacity to stand here and question her worth because she didn't inherit hers the way the rest of you did." "Daniel, this is hardly the place.." Johansson started again.

Everything is spotless, polished, and so grand, it almost felt unreal… way too luxurious for someone like me. Inside the restroom, I passed a mirror—and froze. Did I just see a ghost? I stepped back and looked again. "Arrrrgh!" I screamed. "Who is this? Why am I in a stranger’s body?!" I stumbled backward, heart pounding. Then I looked again, this time slowly, closely. My heart skipped. “Wait… I know this face.” “No… no, this can’t be real.” “This is Elena Scarlet.” I held my hair, my fingers shaking.

She had an amazing figure that couldn’t be hidden in that black dress she was wearing right then. “My mom is Spanish, by the way.” Scarlett's eyes lit up, and she looked at Eve more carefully, “No wonder you’re so uniquely ravishing!”

“Actually, now that I’ve said that out loud, I think they were.” He stared at her for a few moments. Now that he had a much better look at her, her hair and eye colour kinda made her look like an ice princess. “Your hair…” “Yes, this is my natural hair colour and no, I’m not wearing coloured contact lenses.” “So will I get an answer if I ask what your ethnicity is?” “I’m Japanese. Why?” “No offense but you look a little mixed. Or maybe I just think that because of your hair and eyes.”

Looking once at Jace, then turning to me for answers. "Scarlett Johnson." I reply. While I don't have proof, I can't deny the resemblance he shares with both Hunter and his mother. Silvio is practically a copy of his mother. While I've never met her, I have seen photos of her. Comes with the territory of having grown up in a family that was sought out by one of the most powerful mafia organizations in the country. "That's not possible." Jace comments. "Why not?" I ask, curious.

Just what you see in the movies. She is a fucking Korean.you can never imagine how much i love those guys. Hehehe....Skylar,you have found your self a new friend. Hak. She shyly pick on her nails, shifting her weight from one foot to another. "Berlusconi Aurora." Her name rolls off her tongue like a love song, her italian accent catching me off gaurd. She really looks like a Jamaican,with her full eight figure shape, and her bob black hair.

"Now, why would I do that? I'm..." "I know who you are." And so did Lucas, at least from the many editions of the school paper and the year books. Jasmine Harinakshi was her name and was shorter than Lucas, probably in the same range as Natasha and as her name suggests, she was an Indian-born American whose English was so perfect that they was almost no telling whether she was Asian. However, all that said, Jasmine was still true to her culture which was evidenced by the tiny red smudge she always had on her forehead.

Dinner had just finished, with Indigo and Elijah teasing Scarlett at every opportunity they got. With Jessica smiling and chuckling along with them and leaving Jackson to defend his daughter. “You’re on washing up duty.” Jessica said to Scarlett, running her fingers through her shoulder-length black hair. Scarlett didn’t look like her at all, whilst Indigo was almost a carbon copy, both having the same lean build - Jessica at 5,9 and Indigo already taller than her sister at 5,6. Both had jet black hair and deep navy-blue eyes.

I added. "Yes," She said with no emotion to her tone. "I am sorry about that, Scar, but it had to be done," I said. "It had to be done! Are you serious?" Scarlett was getting angry now. "Look, I've apologised; let's just move on, ok!" I said with a stern tone to my voice. OH, I do like it when Scarlett gets all angry. It makes her so sexy. She just sat there looking at me and didn't say a word.

Jax's Point of View My mind was in utter shock in what I had just had witnessed. A woman had just made her way into my office and out of it with total sass. She blatantly called me deaf and walked out. She called me JAX PHOENIX MARTINEZ slow in the head. She clearly doesn't have any clue in who I was. But something about her stood out. Besides her feisty and sassy attitude, she had dark melanin brown skin. She was clearly mixed race as she had the Sicilian hazel eyes just like sweet honey.