Scarlett Rossi Novels & Stories

I struggled to find the words. “That crazy bitch killed him,” she added. “Who knows how she did it and who she trapped with her slutty ways to help her deal with Dickson?” I sighed. “Scarlett... she’s mated to Alpha Damon of the Crescent Pack, and he might be the one who killed him.”

“Killing Damon would be difficult—even with Anna’s death, he’s still impregnable. My target is someone else he loves and adores.” Rose and Victor exchanged a quick glance, confusion flickering between them, unsure of who Scarlett meant. Sensing their uncertainty, Scarlett leaned back in her chair, a predatory glint in her vicious blue eyes. “My target is Damon’s sister,” she declared, “The one they call Ghost.” Rose’s expression remained neutral, her face a mask of calm calculation. She didn’t flinch, didn’t react—only watched Scarlett with a quiet intensity. After a beat, she spoke, “What do you need me to do, and how much are we talking about here?”

SCARLETT'S P.O.V. Humming quietly to myself, I wipe down the surfaces, enjoying the serenity of the manor, which I had gradually grown accustomed to over the past few weeks. I had encountered the charming Rosa, a cheery, petite female with auburn hair, who had become one of the few companions I had. She had worked here for over two years and had never seen Master De Luca, which I had thought to be strange. But when I had brought him up, I couldn't help but notice how tense she'd become, which caused me to wonder how terrifying a situation it'd be were I ever unfortunate enough to meet him in person. Only the utterance of his name alone had people shaking in their boots. A couple of weeks ago

Scarlet, on the other hand, was impressed to see a woman in the team. She wondered what had taken Leonardo so long to introduce her. Now, at least, she had someone like her in the cartel. "No need for much introduction, I suppose," Leonardo started. "This is Scarlet Blackwood. She will now be a contributing factor to this organization." A murmur rippled across the room. Leonardo exhaled, watching them closely. The murmurs ceased immediately.

A large burst of red energy rippled around her, an energy so intense, that it caused the Serpentine and Kairos to stumble back into the sand like a heavy aftershock experience. Scarlett shook free from her captors' hold as a glow of red energy emitted from all around her. Cora and her gang of Serpentine managed to bounce back from the shockwave burst. Cora's eyes sparked wide in amazement. He caught Scarlett's purely enraged face. Her fangs fully out, her blue eyes now a bloody red. The tresses of her ginger red hair were floating around, almost as if she was some sort of a malevolent witch.

"Confused? Well I guess this will clear everything." Taking out a handkerchief from her pocket, she closes her eyes to remove the make up from her face. Making the lines of her scar to become visible. The press zooms in the cameras and gasp leaves everyone's lips.Their eyes almost coming out of their sockets. "This is my true self. This is who Vivian Lockwood is." There is silence for few minutes to only have the talks to begin. Is that a scar? It looks so ugly When did she got it?

And Scarlett didn’t play for small stakes. She had a doctorate in psychology and a predator’s patience. Beautiful face, perfect smile, and a mind sharp enough to cut you open before you even realized you were bleeding. Which was why I could immediately tell from the moment she’d shown up at the film festival, that Scarlett’s new target was her. Zoey. Her new prey. One way or the other, she’d found out about me and Zoey. And now, she was back to hunt. That was why I allowed Zoey to end it all last night. Not because I wanted to. Christ, I wanted her more than ever. Her sharp tongue. The heat in her naive eyes when she looked at me as I wrecked her.

Loki Mortals are deliciously messy creatures. I watch her from the shadows, perched atop a crooked ironwork balcony that nobody ever looks up at. Scarlett. Golden veins lit like dawn beneath her skin, and that delicious edge of defiance in every movement. She reminds me of fire on the verge of becoming a storm. She has no idea yet of the violence she’s capable of. The ferocity passed down to her from her mother and father. Warriors worthy of their rank.

“She twisted Draco’s heart, playing the role of a victim perfectly well and now look at her, she wears his robes and sleeps in his bed, he praises her in meetings as if she has earned any of it.” Lirah said nothing. So I continued. “She’s going to pay for this.” “Hold on, let’s not do anything irrational that will get us in trouble…” Lirah started. “I said she’ll pay for this.” I repeated. *** That night, I sat by the windows of my chamber, staring into the garden below where Scarlett walked alone in a robe, she looked like an already crowned queen, going to her King. She didn’t look afraid of anyone. She looked free. “I’m going to destroy her, she will never rule over me.”

She felt like a predator. Dante had made his last mistake. He'd reminded her who she was. And who she was wasn't his wife. Wasn't his trophy. Wasn't his anything. She was Livia Rossi. And today, she was taking back everything he'd stolen.