Scarlett Rossi Novels & Stories

The Rose Society's convoy had arrived. Leading the way was an eye-catching Level 6 red convertible sports car, its streamlined body like a tongue of flame, a blood-red rose blooming amid the ruins. The door swung open. A pair of long, elegant legs emerged first, followed by the rest of an alluring figure coming into view. Scarlett stepped out. She wore a black slip dress with a fur vest draped over it, thin against the evening chill, her long, wine-red curls falling loose over her shoulders, striking and gorgeous.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

He knew he missed his chance -- Scar was protected too well there, and Jack Fuller couldn’t make a move on her anymore. He could no longer touch Scarlett, not with Sebastian Knight, Damian and Johnny Vanderbilt on her side. He just wanted peace. It was working for a while because Scarlett was hurt too deeply to trust any of her allies, but then out of nowhere, she found Silco the crazy dog to help her with her crazy revenge. Right now, he dares not to have any luxurious hope. Not to get rid of Scar, not to even keep sucking blood off Sebastian. All he wants is for Scar to back off with her fully loaded gun and let his family live with the crumbles he could gather for them.

“He called that trash his fiancée! Do you see what I mean? That’s what happens when you let someone like her stick around. She’ll steal the man you—” SLAP! Scarlett’s hand cracked against Renata’s face, the sound echoing across the room. “She’s my friend!” Scarlett snarled, her voice filled with a raw, protective fury. Without waiting for a response, she stormed off, leaving Renata standing there, stunned, clutching her cheek.

he nodded at her, a grave expression settling over his face for some reason. “Dare I offer my services while she heals?” She let out shyly, an awkward smile settling over her face. Roman shook his head negatively, even as he continued to draw patterns on her hand, and it was Stefan who explained from the front, “Arrangements have already been made, Miss Rose.” “Yeah,” Enzo nodded eagerly. “Scarlett is coming.” “Oh, I see,” Rose nodded softly, a sweet smile stretching her lips. She wondered who this Scarlett was to Roman, and if she was anything like Flora… But she didn’t dare to hope for much. Flora might as well be one of a kind after all.

Scarlett replied lightly and walked slowly towards the drunk man. "Be careful. That annoying Damon is still at the door" Lisa reminded her. "Why isn't he coming in then?" She raised her brows and took out a stringe from nowhere and injected it into the Drunk vice President's arm. "You know so many people want your life and you still went on to drink, tsk tsk, such a brainless man" Scarlett slapped his arms away. "So, where should we start from?" She took out the small knife that gleaned with cold light from her bag.

Then adds with a sigh, "Talking about helping, you would need to go find her and apologize. Right this second. It is best to deal with the anger now than later. It grows like cancer that would destroy you if you don't handle it now. " The idea of meeting Scarlet Rossi now, when she doesn't wish to see me has a knot tightening in my stomach. It is confusing how I've met scarier women, chaotic ones that made it clear how destructive they were, and one just has to express her disapproval of me and I can't seem to find it in me to talk to her.

He was waiting for Yohan Dixon to be alone and Rudra Reddy was waiting for Sara Owen to be alone. Scarlette Reddy gritted her teeth and slammed the glass on the counter. “Ow Ow… What are you doing? It was an earthquake.” Ryan Jenkins looked at the angry woman. “That bitch.” She spoke while gritting her teeth. “Who are you talking about?” He turned his gaze and looked in the direction where Scarlette Reddy was looking. He couldn’t find a woman who could be a bitch. “Who?” Scarlette Reddy frowned and gulped wine in a breath. Her gaze fell on Rudra Reddy. He was interested in someone and his glare was on… She followed his gaze. Was he looking at that bitch?

She asks politely escorting me to the door. I mentally scold myself for the rudness. How did I forget to introduce myself when she did. "Sorry for not introducing my self earlier." I apologise. "I am Scarlet...and it's nice to meet you Deborah. You and Ana." "Scarlet....." She gasps out in shock. Her eye balls protruding out of their sockets. "Luna." Weird she just found out. I mean couldn't she tell by my scent. I literally smell like a rogue....and since am the only rogue around here she should have been able to tell who I am.

Scarlett POV "Congratulations then. I don't even want to know who she is," I said and looked away from him. "I'll describe who she is, so you wouldn't get jealous of an imaginary lady. Her eyes are turquoise blue, she has short black silk hair, and red natural lips," he said, and I sighed. "I know, she should be a goddess to be able to seduce the almighty Alpha Ryan," I grumbled under my breath, feeling a hint of jealousy for this unknown lady.