Novel & Cerita Scarlett Rossi

he said lowly, so quietly I barely heard him. The woman sneered. "You buried nothing. She's alive. And she's coming for everything you think you can control." Grandfather's face twisted with rage, but there was something else too — panic. I stepped forward slowly, my voice steady. "Who are you?" I demanded. She looked at me then — really looked at me — and something softened in her gaze. "I am Rossie Russo," she said. "Viktor’s lover. Mother of the rightful heir." Sancia gasped behind me.

I stare at Scarllet, showing no fear whatsoever. "As far as I know I haven't talked to you, "supreme"," she says, rolling his eyes. "But I," I point to myself, "am talking to you," I point to the bloodsucking creature in front of me. I look at Sophie, her face sweaty and her eyes teary. In a brief moment of distraction, I didn't notice when Scarllet approached me. With her purple eyes (which sent shivers down my spine), she kicked me in the ribs, throwing me against the wall. As I hit the ground, I taste the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth and feel a sharp pain where I was hit.

SIERRA When we pulled apart, Dante's eyes shifted, indicating someone was behind us. Just in time, I caught a flash of a short jet-black-and-red ombre wig and bronze skin disappearing from the lounge. Scarlett. I shot to my feet. "Oh no!" Bloody hell was more like it. My heart nosedived into my belly as the air thinned around me. I glanced at Dante, who had stretched his legs and spread an arm on top of the couch, more relaxed than ever.

No trouble. Scarlett typed back one word. > Good. She took a slow sip of her drink, eyes fixed on the night sky. This wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was something else — something she couldn’t name yet, something dangerous. A slow smile touched her lips. “Elena Russo,” she whispered. “You’re going to be my next mistake.”

I’d taken her devotion for granted and belittled the very woman who’d given up everything to stand beside me. It had been years since I’d felt that kind of joy with her—the kind that made everything else asides us seem irrelevant. Before Marcus could continue, the door opened. Scarlett swept in, dressed in a sleek red dress that hugged her figure, her expression one of practiced sympathy. “Alexander,” she cooed, moving to my side and resting a hand on my arm. “You look exhausted. Still no word from Evelyn? I hate to say it, but… maybe the rumors are true. Maybe she really did find someone else. I mean, she was just an omega. Perhaps she felt she couldn’t keep up with—”

said rose yea Scarlett, I'm glad u dodged that bullet, Carlos was a total psycho Amy chimed in but why didn't you guys say anything about Carlos, I thought y'all liked him liked him??!!!!! are you serious right now scarlet, the same Carlos that tried to isolate you from us, that spread lies about us to you that we were trying to seduce him just to break up our friendship, that controlling narcissistic sadist? said Roxane and you were always so defensive when it came to carlos

Scarlett lounged lazily across Sadie's bed and smirked. "Why are you staring at me like that? It's honestly kind of terrifying. Someone might think you're about to bite my head off." At those words, Mossa instinctively turned to look at Sadie. But Sadie was already smiling sweetly, her face full of warmth and innocence-as if she'd never glared at anyone in her life. Scarlett almost laughed. The speed of that expression change deserved an award. No wonder she was cast as the second female lead in that major drama.

It was built for tense meetings: stone walls, silver-reinforced doors, one table, two exits, no windows large enough to shift through. The woman waiting inside looked nothing like Victoria. She was older, perhaps forty, with cropped black hair threaded with gray and a scar running from the corner of her mouth to her jaw. Her clothes were plain border gear, soaked through from travel. Silver cuffs locked her wrists to the table, but she sat upright, eyes sharp and exhausted. She looked at Daniel first. Then at me. “Scarlett Hayes,” she said. “Name.” “Anya Black.” Daniel’s expression changed. “Black Thorn bloodline.”

Madam Frey looked in my direction. Finally! I never thought she'd notice me. "This is Scarlett. She's from Jax's pack." "I never thought you'd be one to pick a woman this fast." "She's not his woman!" Rosie fumed. "She works for him. She's only here to help Aaron practice." Madam Frey flinched from the tone of her voice, just like I did. "Hmm. I see," she said. "Is everyone set?" "Yes," we chorused.

Scarlette was mesmerised by her beauty and left awestruck as the woman stared at her reeking with power that should be feared. The woman walked closer to Scarlette, looking at her suspiciously and occasionally glancing at Sapphire's dead body. "Um, hi?" Scarlette spoke nervously. "I'm Scarlette and I think you're supposed to help me heal my friend. I'm not sure. The ocean brought me here," the woman tilted her head with curiosity. Scarlette smiled awkwardly. "My friend's a werewolf but she slit her throat and fell into a river called Ðela Dzĩ?" "You're the daughter of the lost one," the woman suddenly spoke, her eyes glowing brightly. Scarlette straightened her stand and nodded, a cold smile