Scarlett O'hara Gone With The Wind Novels & Stories

All eyes were on the King’s Blood necklace—the diamonds were so bright they seemed to pull all the light in the room toward me. Penelope couldn't stand it. I watched her grip tighten on her glass of red wine. Her face, which had been carefully painted to look innocent and "soft," was starting to twitch. She had spent her life thinking she had won because she stole Arthur. Now, she realized that while she had taken my leftovers, I had taken the entire table. She let go of Arthur’s arm and started walking toward us. She forced a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "Scarlett!" she called out. Her voice was too loud, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "I was so worried about you aft

He’d even forgotten to ask what surprise I had prepared for him today. I closed my eyes and let him walk out the door without a second glance. My heart felt like a heavy stone, slowly sinking into icy water. James was gone. The storm had passed, too. Through the window, faint golden sunlight began to pour in. It was going to be a beautiful, sunny day. I started packing my own things, putting everything I needed into the largest suitcase. I threw everything else into a garbage truck. Rowan stayed quiet the whole time until I took off the ring I had worn on my left hand for six years.

There was no need to let that pair of lovebirds slow her down. "Let's finish this round before we leave." "Are you worried about running into them?" She casually tossed her card aside and replied, "I'm more afraid of getting disgusted with myself." Scarlett Hayes was clearly on the losing end of public opinion, suffering a pretty bad defeat. She might have to rely on showing off her relationship with me to regain some ground. Godwin jones, now dressed in a knight's costume, trotted over with enthusiasm. "Hey, ladies, can I join you for a round?"

“Scarlett wants it, so give it to her.” Mrs. Whitemere’s eyes trembled. She looked at her husband, pain flashing across her face. Before she could speak, Elowen did. “It’s fine, ma’am,” Elowen said softly. “Give it to Scarlett since she wants it so badly.” She turned her wheelchair toward the entrance. “Where are you going, Elowen?” Adrian asked, concern flickering in his voice as he followed. “Adrian…” Scarlett suddenly whimpered, clutching her forehead. “I feel dizzy.”

Rage filled me as I marched back to Silas' office and this time I didn't bother knocking, rather I threw the door open and his eyes shot up to me at alert before they softened slightly when he realized it was me. "What is the meaning of this?" He gritted out and I scoffed. What right did he have to get mad? "Scarlett is gone," I announced and immediately Silas' face became blank. "What do you mean she's gone? Nora, I don't have time for" he began and my nostrils flared. "No one has time for games Silas, why would I or Scarlett want to do this?" I roared and Silas' lips clamped shut. "Scarlett was reluctant to bring the note to you but I urged her, persuaded her and when she finally agreed yo

ADELINE Scarlett was on the other side of the window, her hair flowing and forming a halo around her face in the best way possible. Despite everything I couldn’t lie that she was as stunning as stunning could get, but that didn’t mean I was going to overlook just how vile she was because of it. Pretend, we have to cooperate for this to work. I had to remind myself because the only thing that came to mind in that moment was to roll down the windows and pull her head on it, maybe if she felt some pain, it would reset it some.

A faint flush rose to her cheeks. She had prepared herself mentally, yet she was not a casual woman. Now that she faced Cyrus, uncertainty crept in, and she could not quite bring herself to meet his eyes. Cyrus stretched. "I'm a little hungry. Let's go to the living room. We can eat and talk." Scarlett nodded. At the mention of food, her eyes brightened. Before long, the two of them sat on the living room sofa. After washing up, Scarlett had regained her elegant composure. She tied her hair neatly, which gave her the air of a refined married woman. A black off-shoulder dress revealed smooth shoulders and a deep neckline.

"Mommy, I'm setting up Zoe's room! Go get the rabbit-fur rug and the moonstone lampstand from the collection room. I want to put them in her room!" So Zoe was moving in. But it didn't matter. I'd already decided to leave, so it'd just be easier for her to take my place. Seeing me stand there unmoving, Katrina pouted and darted off to the basement on her own. Before long, she returned, wobbling under the weight of the rug. Behind her, the housekeepers carefully carried a large lampstand. The lampstand was made entirely of moonstone, and together with the rug, they were Katrina's favorite treasure. She'd always cherished and guarded them carefully.

Red spoke in a poor imitation of Scarlett O'Hara's breathless voice in "Gone With The Wind." "My goodness, I have dreamed of a wedding night with company, but I had almost given up hope. I never imagined it would happen with so many delicious lovers to pleasure, and be pleasured by," As a child, Scarlett was Red's favorite role. In LA there was an unwritten rule that everybody thinks they can imitate a Hollywood star.

"I'm sorry, Ethan. I chased money and thought it was love. I didn't even know what love was. I just knew what money looked like, and I chose that instead." Ethan didn't say anything. He just stood there, quiet, watching her with an expression that was hard to read. Scarlett wiped her face again, straightening her shoulders with whatever pride she had left. "I understand now," she said softly. "Too late to matter, I guess. But I understand it now." Without waiting for anyone to respond, she turned and walked away, back toward the lights and music of the party, her heels clicking uneven against the stone path until she disappeared around the corner of the house.