Scarlett Nocturne Mga Nobela at Kwento

At his word, two soldiers stepped forth, silent but firm in posture. Scarlet raised a hand in surrender. "There is no need for theatrics, Beta. I shall take my leave." With a flounce of her gown, she spun around and returned to her carriage. But the fire of fury simmered beneath her poised exterior. "You wretched fool," she spat, slamming the door behind her. "When I become Luna, I shall not forget this insult." Yet unease gnawed at her insides. Her fists clenched. "Why do I feel this restlessness?" she muttered aloud. "Could it be? Has the Beta orchestrated her escape? What hour would one choose for such a scheme? Surely… tonight."

~NATHAN Rainbow snarled at us. Her usual amber eyes darkened until it became pitch black. The darkness in her veins continued to move in a strange and ancient dance. Miranda and Arnold gasped in shock behind me before my Beta spoke up. "My goddess, that Hybrid must have poisoned her," Arnold muttered breathlessly. "Miranda! Get the Pack doctor immediately!" He roared. Her mother wasted no time in racing out of the room. As I turned my attention back to Rainbow and registered the way she growled and hissed at us menacingly, Arnold's words replayed in my mind.

He never took his eyes off her. "Now you remember, Scaredy Scarlett!" Romero teased as his eyes turned into slits from smiling too much. His innocent little doll was back… Just this time, she was ravishing. Romero took off to the train station earlier than expected after hearing about Scarlett's return. He was quite annoyed that someone had dared to wake him up from his nap, until he heard it was her. The little doll he dreamed of for years. But of course he was Lovato's most trusted hitsman, so he had good information of Scarlett's whereabouts; otherwise Romero wouldn't be there just yet.

She had spotted Glenna's name on the contestant list, but organizers said she'd pulled out. So Rhea hadn't thought twice. Now, seeing her here backstage? Yeah, something was seriously wrong. Panic kicked in. She tried to shove Glenna off. Glenna sneered, pressing a knife to her neck. "Don't move. No one's coming. You deserve this. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this." She raised her other hand. The hand that once played piano like it breathed now looked wrecked—scars and a brutal slash across the palm.

I kept my head low as I was pushed forward. Every eye that lingered on me started knives, Every lips whispered insults as cruel as Theron's heart. “She deserves it!” “Good riddance.” “Finally, Scarface is gone. My nightmares have come to an end.” I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, swallowing the sun rising in my throat. I also heard Camila's voice. “Aww, poor Violeta.” She cooed, faking her sympathy. “I hope the rogues don't rip you apart out there.”

"Sometimes… the things we think are making us the ugliest person in the world, are actually the things that mark us as the most beautiful person instead. So in your case, this scar of yours makes you the most beautiful girl in the entire world in my eyes, and trust me, the scar that you are fearing about will make you stand out in the ball." I had picked a pair of earrings with dangling green crystals, and the combination of the blue dress and green earrings was making my green eyes pop and glimmer. Due to the wide neckline of the dress, I had opted for a black choker that matched my black heels. And even though I had forbidden her almost a thousand times, Katerine still managed to put a lit

everything. Scarlett nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on a distant point beyond me. The weariness on her face was evident, with dark circles under her eyes revealing the toll of sleepless nights she must have faced. As we approached the house, Scarlett's movements were deliberate and uncertain, as if she were apprehensive about what awaited her. I maintained a gentle grip on her hand, seeking to provide comfort and assurance that she was not alone in this moment. Once inside, I assisted Scarlett into a warm bath, adding soothing essential oils to the water in hopes of promoting relaxation. While she soaked, I occupied myself in the kitchen, preparing a pot of tea and some toast.

The ball wasn’t just a celebration; it was a reminder of the role she was expected to play. The dressmaker lifted a gown from the rack—a masterpiece. Deep scarlet silk that shimmered like fire in candlelight, flowing with effortless grace. The bodice was embroidered with gold threads and tiny rubies, tracing delicate flame-like patterns. Sheer sleeves cascaded softly down her arms, ending in fine lace cuffs that brushed her wrists. The skirt billowed in layers of chiffon, catching the light with undertones of crimson and garnet. Draped in it, Serenya felt wrapped in passion and power—bold, mesmerizing, unforgettable.

“If anymore blood drops on my floors, you’ll be scrubbing the entire hall with a toothbrush until they shine.” Only thirty minutes had passed but it felt like hours. I gathered every piece of broken glass while the pack watched, some even made bets on how many times I’d cut myself. By the time I finished, my hands were covered with cuts and most of the guests had moved outside. “Finally.” Dante stretched and yawned like watching me was a difficult task. “I thought we’d be here all night watching the floor show.” “Don’t be too harsh, boys.” Luna Blackwood said with false sympathy. “She’s trying her best. It’s not her fault, right dear?. It's just too bad that her best is pathetic.”

"If Damien is still out there... will he try to find me again?" Elena didn’t lie. "He might. But he won’t win this time. I promise you." Rose looked to Sophie, who held her hand tightly. "Then take him down. For all of us." **** That Night – Elena’s Quarters The room was dimly lit, scattered with evidence boards, encrypted tablets, and scattered documents. Grayson sat in a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, wrapping a fresh bandage around his torso. Elena entered, her eyes catching on the scar that crossed his ribs.