Scarlett Nocturne Novels & Stories

Scarlett worked too but today was her off . She worked at the library and a cafe. Sometimes also at a toy shop. Scarlett went to her room. After changing her clothes and drinking a glass of water, she attacked the bed. Soon, sleep engulfed her. _________________________________________________________________________

The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest. It was over. Everything was ruined. My hands, my mother's dreams—everything was shattered in that single moment. Tears streamed down my face in heavy, relentless drops. Ryan rushed toward me, pulling me into an embrace. I leaned silently into his broad, warm chest, but the words that came from above were as cold as ice. "I'm sorry, Susan. Please, forgive me just this once. I know this isn't fair to you. But Miranda's mother died saving me. Once she makes it into the orchestra, I'll have repaid my debt."

The sensation was so sharp, so vivid, that I stopped in my tracks. “What is it?” Stacey asked, noticing my expression. I shook my head, trying to shake off the feeling. “Nothing. Just thought I heard something.” But it wasn’t the sound of footsteps or a shadow in the distance. No, this was something else entirely—like a whisper at the edge of my mind, calling me, pulling me back toward the dark, magnetic presence of Professor Valerian. Stacey raised an eyebrow. “You’re acting weird tonight, you know that?”

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.

Her heart raced, but determination fueled her steps. The plan to rendezvous with the Moon Stone pack had been carefully orchestrated. Scarlet, driven by a secret agenda, sought the Moon Stone pack's assistance, more like someone's particular assistance to eliminate Athena, the one obstacle in her path to possessing Xavier entirely. The pack's territory loomed ahead, and she concealed her movements with practiced grace. A rustle of leaves signaled the outskirts of Midnight's domain. Scarlet cast a fleeting glance back at the imposing structure that held her past, her breath catching for a moment.

Scarlet had no idea how she slept last night, but she woke up with her hands on her belly. She looked around the room, searching for Cyn, but he was nowhere to be found, and her heart thumped. She sat up in bed and tried to climb down to look for Cyn. However, fateball suddenly appeared beside her, flapping its small wings. "Scarlet, Scarlet." It shouted, golden bubbles flowing out of its round mouth. Scarlet dodged to the side, avoiding the strange golden bubbles, and a disgusted expression was shown on her face. "Why are you screaming so early in the morning?" She asked.

Even my teacher, Mary Doyle, once phoned her in front of me. My mom laughed smugly and said, "Ms. Doyle, Sienna's father and I are divorced now. I'm not her mother anymore! From now on, whether she has a heart attack or gets into trouble, please don't call me anymore. By the way, my daughter is Laura. She's so much better than that ungrateful Sienna..." She thought those words would make me sad. However, I simply grabbed Mary's phone and said coldly, "Ms. Greene, Laura broke the smartwatch Ms. Brooks bought me. It's worth 3000 dollars. Please pay me back immediately!"

I'm sure she'd like another boy to ruin. My heels kept getting heavier by the second. I could feel the glares biting into whatever was left of my pride. There was gold and ivory inside in the ballroom. There had been a fairytale ceiling pulled out, a chandelier that sparkled like in a fairytale, roses spilling crystal vases, and a string quartet playing some sort of heavenly music for some fairytale I wasn't experiencing.

The security wasn't discreet; it was visible and absolute, a chilling declaration that the host was prepared for war but expected perfect peace. ​The Ruby Narrative: Amara worked closely with Alessia to craft the visual spectacle. The entire event was designed to focus on Amara’s transformation and the rubies. The décor was opulent but severe—deep crimson and white, mirroring the necklace. The objective was to present Amara not as a protected bride, but as the serene, powerful matriarch who had successfully secured the dynasty’s future.

I frantically reload, silver bullets slippery between my fingers. “MOVE, ALAINA!” Edith screams. Too late. The rogue lunges. I brace myself, eyes shut... And a sickening thud echoes in the dark. Silence. When I open my eyes, time stops. He’s standing still, his head severed from his body. The corpse drops with a heavy crash, the ground beneath it trembling. And there, sword in hand, blood dripping down his wrist... Adrian. He drops the sword beside the body and lifts the head by its scruff. The rogue’s eyes are still faintly twitching.