Scarlett Novels & Stories

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

" That girl........Mia.........she sure is beautiful , isn't she ? " said Derrick . " She is beautiful . " said Antonio with a smile . " Usually who sees her..........immediately falls in love with her . Have you fallen for her ? " said Derrick a bit hesitant . " She is indeed a beauty . A priceless beauty but her hair was a bit too dark . " said Antonio with a smirk . " Her hair is beautiful too . Like dark-colored silk . You are wrong . " said Derrick .

She on the other hand, always added a few color tint here and there to keep the blonde intact. As much as she didn’t like Scar, she couldn’t just send her away. "Scarlett Olson, Mr. Ash is ready to see you," she begrudgingly announced. However, Scar, lost in her messaging world, remained oblivious until someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Scarlett," they said, and she snapped back to reality. "Yes, yes," she replied, quickly finishing her message with a flurry of taps. Mich’s frown deepened. 'What an annoying b*tch'

I stood there like I was ordered and waited till I was allowed inside. The tension in my body could be felt by anyone around. I looked around to see if I could catch a glimpse of Cade. He assured me that he was going to talk to his mother; it didn't look like he did. He was just like every man—promises and no action to show it. The door opened, and I made to go in. I stopped in my tracks. The lady, before stepping out, looked at me and then scoffed. “Hello ma'am, I couldn't greet you earlier. I'm Scarlett, Cade's fiancee and soon-to-be wife.” I said it innocently, hoping to get better treatment from her. I regretted saying anything immediately.

Scarlett muttered and turned around before lifting the sports bra that she was wearing before the food that he wanted. "You’re a witch." Theodore pointed out, but he dared not reach near her, respecting her privacy. Unlike werewolves, witches and vampires didn’t like nudity, so invading their privacy wasn’t a good idea. "I’m also a mother, smarty-pants," Scarlett responded. "And don’t forget your baby also has wizard’s blood in his vein." She snapped at him. Theodore didn’t say anything about that part. He had met her daughter, Raven, who was barely a year old. So he could guess how Scarlett could

Scarlett So today I'm going to meet my friend zayn for lunch, he wants a favor and I can do anything for him. Don't get me wrong cause he's my bestfriend from grade 7, I guess. Well whatever, oh sorry I didn't introduced myself I'm scarlett silvermist Williams, world's no. Hacker and software programmer, so you can say I'm kind of rich and I was born in london, I'm a britisher but lives in New York.

My wolf pushed hard against my chest, hungry and impatient, wanting me to walk up there that very second and take what was already mine, mate bond or not. "Sold! To the gentleman in the back." Scarlett's eyes finally found mine across the room. I watched the exact second she realized who had bought her. The color drained from her lips, her body going still, shock turning instantly into cold, burning hatred. Good. Let her hate me. Hate was safer than the truth. Hate would keep her alive. I stepped out of the shadows and walked straight toward the stage, the crowd parting like water before a storm. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, closer than it had been in four

I could vaguely recall how the injury looked when it was fresh, seeing it briefly in one of the flashes of memories. Was he... mine? Wasn’t that how the matebond worked? Giving you someone who was your other half and who would love you unconditionally? I’d known that this was a possibility one day, especially if I continued to somehow stay alive in this insane world, but it felt surreal to feel it actually happening. “Alistair, aren’t you going to introduce yourself to our honoured guest?” the king spoke, finally catching on that the silence between us was strange. “No need for introductions. Her name is Scarlett, a rankless girl from the Easthaven pack. Alpha

I’d taken her devotion for granted and belittled the very woman who’d given up everything to stand beside me. It had been years since I’d felt that kind of joy with her—the kind that made everything else asides us seem irrelevant. Before Marcus could continue, the door opened. Scarlett swept in, dressed in a sleek red dress that hugged her figure, her expression one of practiced sympathy. “Alexander,” she cooed, moving to my side and resting a hand on my arm. “You look exhausted. Still no word from Evelyn? I hate to say it, but… maybe the rumors are true. Maybe she really did find someone else. I mean, she was just an omega. Perhaps she felt she couldn’t keep

Scarlett flanked me, her posture perfect, chin tilted by a fraction of an inch as she looked down over the jostling crowd. Her gown radiated like hot coals—deep red velvet quilted with gold thread, the spiked neckline jutting and queenlike. Her black hair spilled loose in rippling waves down the back of her dress, catching each flash of the ritual torches. She was… perfection. A steel Luna of ambition. She didn't smile. She didn't need to. This wasn't from happiness. This was from power. And the wolves in the room lapped it up.