Scarlett Origin Name Novels & Stories

She missed it and wished she wasn't so careless with it. No doubt, she'd left it at the suite with the strange man. By the time she realized it was missing, it was too late to go back for it as she was certain he'd have been awake by then. Now, she was full with nothing but regrets. It was the most precious thing she had, growing up. Her foster parents said it was around her neck when they found her as a baby, just outside their apartment. And since the pendant had the inscription of 'Scar' on it, they decided to name her Scarlett.

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?”

“Navarro’s sister.” “No,” Sebastian corrected. “His twin. Elena escaped the Navarro name after marrying a man named Hayes. Your father.” Scarlett turned sharply to him. He gave a faint smile. “You were never just a stranger in my life, Scarlett. Fate… blood… something stronger brought you back to me. Hayes is in you. It’s in your name. In your strength.” She felt her throat constrict. “Then who am I?” He cupped her face, his voice low and firm. “You are Scarlett Celeste Hayes. Not Navarro’s pawn. Not a victim. You’re the storm that’s going to end him.”

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 Liam Pyre’s territory. We’ve al

Brandon and Margaret adored the little chit, and Lucas King didn’t want to let anyone touch his angel. As soon as Sabrina saw the photograph online, she was thankful that Scarlet was born outside the mansion that belonged to Kenneth’s family, or else, her childhood would be sad and lonely. She was happy that she kept her pregnancy a secret. Fortunately, the divorce was finalized before she gave birth to her daughter, so Scarlet didn’t have to use Kenneth’s surname. Her name was Scarlet Hart, and that’s it!

"How could I tell you I am Debby when Evans, my husband and mate tried to kill you. How could I tell you I am Debby when my father did evil to you. I couldn't …My conscience wouldn't let me. Twelve years ago you promised me we would be together when you return. That's what you said when you gave me the necklace…then how could I tell you I am Debby when Max came in excited the other day that you were going to be mated to your Alpha's daughter." I stepped away from her, freeing her from my grip. I was dumbstruck. Scarlett continued speaking in tears. She let it fall freely. "I was stupid to have given you a name that I didn't use often. I was drawn to you when Lois brought you to be my butler.

Scarlett POV: After completing a long, exhausting day at my part-time job, I finally arrived home, only to be greeted with a forceful push from Gianna, my stepmother. It felt as though she had been eagerly waiting for my return, ready to unleash her anger upon me. My name is Scarlett, and I am the only daughter and child in my family. Oh, and did I mention that I'm a she-wolf? It's an essential part of who I am, though it seems irrelevant in the face of the challenges I endure.

Chapter 13 Scarlett's POV Sleep came in broken fragments. Every time I drifted off, I found myself back in my old bedroom in the Marchetti estate, seventeen again, staring out from my window at Christian leaving the house as usual for the night. In the dream he looked exactly as he had back then—untouchable, impossibly handsome, the only boy I'd ever loved. "Scar." It was a nickname I'd heard all my life. Yet somehow, the way it rolled off Christian's tongue that day made it sound like it had been invented just for me.

I pause but continue anyway, pulling down the scrunchy holding my ponytail, letting it fall to my waist "But I'd love it if I was call Raven, you know my grandma said my parents always wanted to call me Raven because of how long and black my hair looked, and they said it matched my attitude a bit, but then they died before they even get to give me a sweeter name. So I just got Scarlett" I explain, with more than one sigh. "But scarlett's a pretty name too." The Liam guy smiles. "Yeah, sure" I say, not sounding thrilled.

She looked absolutely irresistible and I could not help but wonder if any guy had yet had the audacity to not fall for this woman's charm when she seduced. Did she even go out like the other girls? She was probably just like… the richer version of Yuri, I thought to myself. Isis finally walked away, towards the room and I now stood awkwardly in front of Scar. She gave me a weird look before starting, "Hello, my name is Scar, short for Scarlet. I assume you are the new girl; Mae Rivera?" She questioned. "In the flesh. Nice to meet you too." I shot back and she stared at me weird, then gestured at me to follow her as she walked forward.