Novel & Cerita Scarlett Rossi

"Since then, she’s been trying to solve the murder case that happened in school." "Wait," my husband cut in. "The same one that was ruled a suicide?" "Yes, sir," Zane replied. Then, a breaking news flash came through the flat TV screen on the wall, showing Elena Scarlet’s picture. "Oh, please don’t tell me this made it to the news," I muttered angrily. "Elena Scarlet has solved the death case previously ruled a suicide," the reporter stated. "She has finally exposed the real killer—Rosa, a close friend of the late Gloria. Elena is currently unconscious but stable at the hospital," the reporter added.

I face the woman behind the counter, the owner of the shop, Rossi. Rossi is the mother I should’ve had. She’s kind and actually cares for my well being, unlike my actual mother and Mysteria’s caretaker. She’s around the same age as Winston, but couldn’t be more different. Whereas Winston is business black, Rossi is gothic black. Like Lydia from Beetlejuice all grown up, still strange and unusual. Winston isn’t strange or unusual, she just obtains those that are.

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.

He was actually considering this. "Scarlett goes back to Silvio," Russo explained, pulling up photos, schedules, and logistics. Floor plans of the palazzo appeared on screen, the magic room highlighted in red. "She tells him she can't stop thinking about that night. That she craves what he gave her. That she wants more of the substance, more of the experience." Each word was a knife sliding between my ribs. I opened my mouth to protest, to scream, to tell them both they were insane, but no sound came out. My voice had abandoned me, just like it had that night when Silvio's drugs made my body move but stole my words.

He quickly walks out of the theatre room and takes Victoria to their chambers where she can feed in privacy and then rest. Scarlett knew as soon as she walked into the theatre who the female in front of her was thanks to her visions. When Scarlett hears Victor’s team enter the theatre room, she approaches Elizabeth slowly, placing her hand gently on Elizabeth’s shoulder. Elizabeth jumps at the contact but relaxes when she looks into Scarlett’s soft and kind eyes. Using the basic Vampire gift Scarlett says in a soft tone, “This is Alexander Nathaniel’s second head warrior and they are Victor’s second response team, they will take care of him.”

“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?”

I ramble. “So here is a story about a young Alpha female. Well, today she is a very well know Alpha…Scarlett Westwood. Scarlett’s story is a very dark one. She had a father that was evil to his core. She has a special ability to heal extremely fast. Her father tortured her, no one knew. He inflicted so much pain on her as possible, just to see how fast she heals. And when he would be done, after a few hours, all the proof of his abuse would be gone. Years later their paths crossed again, and it was a very dark and difficult time for her.…”

the redhead hissed. Scarlett Black. Long time no see. An imperceptible smile played on Aurora’s lips. Aurora tried to walk past her. She didn’t want to be involved in a catfight on her first day in the palace. But Scarlett kept pushing her with hostile forces. “Are you his mate?” Aurora decided to fight back. In words. Scarlett’s face turned red like the color of her hair at the question. She didn’t expect to be talked back by a pathetic hillbilly.

Not only did we fail to defeat the Crimson Crescent, but we saw how powerful my ex-mate was. No…not an ex-mate. She was mine. She always was and always will be mine. I wouldn't let her go. Especially after realising what an asset she was. Scarlett, my mate, wasn't a normal wolf. She was silver and had powers no other wolf possessed. I planned to mate with her and mark her. She would then be mine all over again.

I calmed her. I moved tht chair closer to us and I made her sit down. I moved to the other side of my office and I found the Coffee brewer. She needed it to calm her nerves. I made black coffee with four cubes of sugar and a little amount of creamer. I bought it to her table and she took at least three sips before she seized crying. "I am still surprised how Scarlett was able to see the child," She said. Scarlet Johansson, the freelancer assassin.