Scarlett Savage Novels & Stories

Michael’s presence is becoming a distant memory, and I’m growing into a woman I can be proud of. --- As I read Scarlet’s entries, I’m struck by how similar our journeys are. We’ve both faced painful relationships and made mistakes, but we’ve also shown incredible resilience and growth. Scarlet’s transformation is inspiring. She’s evolved from a victim to a woman reclaiming her power, and I find myself admiring her. It’s as if we share an unspoken bond, a mutual understanding of pain and recovery. I’m proud of her—proud of how far she’s come and the strength she’s found within herself. In many ways, her journey mirrors my own, and that realization brings me a sense of solidarity and hope.

It was on her mind all afternoon, she found herself obsessing over it, as the patient names on her screen appeared to blur into one. Forcing a deep breath, she convinces herself she must go inside, slips out of the car, and heads toward the front entrance. The side window comes into view; anticipation floods her veins as she sneaks a peek. A sigh escapes her lips when she notices Jack isn't there. With added assuredness, she walks inside. The blonde behind the counter wipes her eyes and shoots her a smile before asking for her order. Her green eyes are a little puffy like she's been crying. The bags under her eyes tell Sera it's been going on for a few days now. The barista turns to craft he

“True but I can still hit a woman that attacks me.” He took a couple stumbling steps. “Get ‘im!” Karina wailed. Gesturing to the Sarabi sitting in a circle. And they did. Biting and tearing ravenously. Ripping at his arms and legs while he turned to try and combat them. A huge man busted through the trees carrying a giant heavy woman. But Savage was stumbling and swaying, his vision too blurred to identify the newest party. “Viking!” This man roared. Summoning another charging creature from somewhere behind Savage.

“I will be waiting…” Scarlet was the one who had initiated this contact; she reminded herself of this fact, hoping it would bring her some comfort. She was the one who reached out to Donovan, begged him for a deal, offered information to start a new war… Because she had no other way out. No other tricks left to pull. It was this or prison or a dungeon or worse. But the reality of it happening felt different than she’d been expecting.

Scarlett My room is an archaic wonder, and there’s a doe-eyed maid hovering over me with interest. She stabs a needle into my thumb, and she hums with excitement when blood wells under the skin. “I’m only a few centuries old. Not old enough to have been alive when humans graced these lands. You’re the first I’ve seen.” Her eyes seem to grow bigger and bigger with each word. “You bleed red! I suppose that answers my questions on your monthly cycle too! I can’t believe there are beings who bleed red! How colorful!”

A burn of pain ripped through my face as she dragged the sharp tip of the scissors down the unscarred side of my face, engraving a thick line from my hairline down to my jaw. I screamed in pain as blood began to pour down my pain. "Rest in pieces, Darcy." I lay there, feeling my life slip away, too drained to even cry. I may have lived my whole life with a horribly scarred face and been branded a monster, but that day, I realized that there were people worse than monsters.

I found myself hoping that something or someone would swoop in and save me. But, once again, I don't need a savior. What shall I do? This guy is wild! I've heard some disturbing news about him—apparently, he stabbed a man in the heart with a silver spear, and no one did anything about it. He accepted the gods' grace to bring himself back to life, but in doing so, he lost his wolf. With that, he dashed out of the academy, never to be seen again, and Rowan pretended that none of this affected him.

Chibana Sara is an extremely pretty girl with long blonde hair and an hourglass physique. She had bright brown eyes and small plump lips. She and I had flings when we were sophomores but stopped when I asked Aera out. I wanted to be a true boyfriend to her. Sara got mad and tried many times to ruin our relationship but we remained strong. In the end, she gave up but when Aera’s video spread like wildfire, Sara was one of the people who made life hell for her.

“By the way, Miguel. This is Annabelle, my only daughter and my youngest child. She’s on her third year. Dear, please pay respect to Lt. Luis Miguel Saavedra. He is a soldier, an officer at the camp.” “Good morning Sir,” the young lady greeted in a soft voice. She was stunned as he stood up and asked for her hand. She stared at his hand before reaching out hers. Their hands touched with a soft grip as they shook hands. She was like elated as she felt his, drawn up to her elbows. She immediately let go as if she was burnt. “Good morning. Nice to meet you, Annabelle,” the soldier greeted. His voice was so delightful to her ears. It brought another flutter to her body. She got more tensed so sh

The omega felt ashamed of herself as she said it. Scarlett's eyes widened, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know that, " She apologized. "It's okay…. I know a little bit… I forgot a lot because I lived in the forest for so long… I used to buy books for a few years so I won't forget how to read but they were all children's books because that's what I could afford at that time, " Evelyn chuckled.