Scarlett Novels & Stories

Grunting, she forced herself to open her eyes– at least a little bit of vision will give her confidence. She tilts her head a bit upwards to reach the summit of the shadow in front. Moonlight cast a glint over his muscular arms. With one hand palming the door, he is frozen in his own dilemma. The woman in front of him ignites a sudden, unwanted chemical reaction within him. She is sexy as hell that the name ‘SARAH PATEL’ should be listed as the eighth deadly sin. Smooth shoulders that his lips could glide effortlessly. Prominent bust, just the right fill for his palms.

I nodded, relieved. "Alpha, I apologize for asking such a question but Scarlett is a hybrid and if I'm not wrong then she was the one to attack wolves to quench her thirst for blood.Why are you more concerned for her than the Pack's safety?" She asked hesitantly, I gazed at her to which she averted her eyes down on the floor.

Stallion replied. "Okay, and what about my uncle, Gabin?" Cobra asked. "We'll work on it. One step at a time. Right now, I need your help." Stallion replied. "What do you want from me?" Cobra asked. "Alas, I need you to get rid of someone. Her name is Queen Scorpion. I want you to eliminate her tonight. I'll send her picture and all the information you need shortly." "Just one girl? Piece of cake." Cobra said.

"That’s not fair! I’m not that grumpy." I raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Really? Then why do you always look like you’ve just bitten into a sour lemon when you wake up?" Scarlett smirked, her eyes twinkling. "That’s just my 'I’m planning to take over the world' expression. Nothing to worry about." I laughed, experiencing a joy I hadn’t felt in ages. Moments like these reminded me why I adored Scarlett so much. She was my best friend, my partner in mischief, and the one person who could always bring a smile to my face.

she said warmly. “I do.” I had already torn out the packaging even before she had responded, and in all honesty, I really liked the gift. It was a bracelet, a pretty black little thing that would go with anything I decided to pair it with. “Thank you so much Sabrina. I love it.” “Of course, I was the one who got it, right?” Sabrina had a proud smile on her face. We relaxed at that moment for a couple more seconds before she added. “ So, any luck?”

Laylin softly breathed out a sigh at his flaring temper. She closed her eyes in silent, her heart drumming in her chest. “Scarlet was the daughter of a Rakhbar Princess and Sansy so it made her the perfect medium: the blood of both, Red Witch and White Wolf. You said the Old Mistress sees the future, did she see it?”

All Alex got was silence Alex sighed and moved closer He removed the oxygen machine and Skylar shot her eyes open Stacy widen her eyes in surprise Skylar gasp for air She still can't breath on her own She tried to raise her hands but failed Her eyes became teary as she continue gasping She plead with Alex with her eyes Alex knew what her gaze means but he sneer and watch her struggle to breath Skylar was becoming afraid she was losing her breath and her vision was becoming blurry every passing seconds. Skylar tried to open her mouth to shout but all came out was silence

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Her eyes landed on Sylvania, and she quickly came to a stop. Her mouth fell open. "Oh my God… Is that…?" Russell chuckled, stepping around the car. "Charlotte, this is Sylvania…" "Scarlet!" Charlotte screamed, her hands flying to her mouth. Her eyes darted between Russell and Sylvania as if she needed confirmation she wasn’t dreaming. "You’re Sylvania Scarlet, the fashion designer! I’ve seen you on TV!" Sylvania let out a little laugh, her cheeks dimpling. "Hi, Charlotte. It’s great to meet you."

“No. I made it to protect you.” Before I could respond, the wall screen flashed red. A notification blinked: Incoming transmission – Source: Unknown. Liam’s expression hardened. “They found the emergency channel.” The screen flickered, and then she appeared. Scarlett. Her face was untouched by time—elegant, poised, deadly. She wore a sleek black suit, lips painted like blood, eyes like ice. “Hello, Isla,” she purred. “Miss me?” I stepped forward, fury rising. “What do you want?”