Novel & Cerita Scarlett Savage

After a long time, finally, her mom’s voice disappeared from the door. Scarlet eventually sat up, wiped away her tears, and reached over and grabbed her small, white leather journal from her end table. She used to write in it every night, though she hadn’t written in a while. Now, she felt the need to. She had to make sense of her world, to get a hold on her range of conflicting emotions. She pulled back the cover, flipped through the pages and found an empty page. She reached over and grabbed her favorite, purple pen, then leaned over and began to write:

*** The albino looked at the photo in his hand, his face etched with grief. The love of his life. His wife. The woman he’d been with for over a century. She was no more. Killed by the bloody wolves of Stanwood Pack during the battle that saw the collapse of his clan. That little girl had no idea what she and her savage bunch had taken from him. If she did, she wouldn’t have made a deal with him. His thirst for vengeance was definitely more intense than the need to live.

She found herself at the entrance to another part of the cavern and hesitated to go in, but since the butterfly flew in anyway, she followed it. Scarlette soon found herself in a place with air. She dropped Sapphire on the edge and climbed up to land. The butterfly was gone so she knew she had to find out why she was there, but she didn't need to search for long. "Who are you?" Scarlette jumped with a yelp and turned around, surprised to see a woman with dark purple hair and eyes and beautiful purple scales all over her naked body. Scarlette was mesmerised by her beauty and left awestruck as the woman stared at her reeking with power that should be feared.

He was waiting for her to open the door. Scarlett picked up Miller’s silver fountain pen, her hand completely steady as she pressed the nib into the paper, signing her real name—Scarlett Voss—for the first time in a decade.

The wolf that punched the wall said. Scarlet start talking about the day that she was almost killed, I the earlier days. "I knew her as Selina, Horatio knew her as Marian, and many others might know her by a different name. But we were best friends once. I wasn't immortal yet." Scarlet took a deep breath before continuing. She used her powers to give them a visual of that day.

A sudden shout pulled Scarlett out of her sleep. “Damn, this Francis guy has a lot of famous girlfriends. Models, actresses, and even athletes. Ooh, Jennifer Lavender! My favorite actress.” Scarlett thought of that night when she was in Francis’s house, and the housekeeper had given her a nightgown that was just her size. So she had been right from the start, Francis was a real playboy.

He was holding a microphone as he walked into the center. “Welcome fellow inmates.” His voice boomed in the ring, “We’ve gathered here for yet another fight between an Alpha and a Vampire. Let us first present the Werewolf that stands one-ninety centimeters in height and one-ninety-one pounds of solid muscle. He’s known to be one of the most ruthless creatures in Dark Water prison and is famously known as the Savage Alpha, presenting Maverick Randolf!”

"Yes. I gave her an estimate. Well, that is if you want your secrets about poor Sandra to remain a secret. You forced her to live under the shadows of a girl who is free and the reputational crisis? Goddamn, you people should just hear what is being said of Scarlet. “Anyway, Sandra is slowly winning the favor of the wolves, and just yesterday, she was at the pack, running around with children. I wasn't sure at first, but when I heard Tara call her Luna Scarlett, I knew it was something," Alfred said as he ate his food, not caring about the tensions that were at the table. Scarlet hated kids. She considered them annoying little creatures of doom. She despised the children so badly that she di

Blood. My wolf howled in pain and I felt as if a piece of my heart has been ripped out of my chest and then I finally understood, the girl who fell down the cliff was Scarlett. Scarlett Rose Davis.

“Scarlett, wait! What about your mother's old diary? The one you asked me to find in the apartment storage?!" Yes. I remembered asking her to find it for me. It had been all I had from my mother after she died. But it suddenly went missing when I turned nine. I didn't read meaning into it back then. I was a clumsy, careless young girl. But now, especially since the issue of my mother's death had resurfaced, I needed all the information I could gather. My heart leaped into my throat. "You found it?" "Yes! I went through those dusty boxes yesterday! There's a whole binder full of old letters and a small red book. Scarlett, some of the stuff written in here doesn't make any sense. She keeps wri