Scarlett Stovall Novels & Stories

Their hugs and kisses were my best medicine. But Hilary is a different person I've been with. Unlike those other girls who were blessed by their beauty and power were thought too high on themselves. But Hilary? She stays humble and kind. In short, a perfect model to be proud of. "Come, I've cooked Rib eye steak with garlic butter just for you" I sat at the ladder back chairs which are next to the dining table. As my mom placed my meal in front of me, I started to pray and gently cut it 1 and a half inches apart.

"Scarlett, you're not alone in this. We can navigate through this together. I want to help you find the truth about Stella, even if it means facing the ugly parts of her past.” “I don’t know, Evie,” she said softly, her eyes filling with tears. “The real killer is out there, and I feel like I’m getting closer to finding them. Can you trust me on this?" Scarlett broke down, the weight of her emotions overwhelming her. She collapsed into my arms, tears streaming down her face. In that moment of vulnerability, she whispered, "I didn't know what to think anymore. And discovering all the things Stella did before her death, I... I wouldn't have blamed you for hating her. Or me."

"Why are you so surprised? Even though there are fewer members, it's still a base." Scarlett furrowed her thick eyebrows. "No, I mean… This is the first time I've seen a woman start a base." She looked Hayley in the eye and extended her hand. "Nice to meet you. As I said, I'm Scarlett, and I'm a fire-element Gifted." Hayley took her hand. "Hayley, water-element." Their hands met in a firm grip, heat flowing between them. Just then, a rumble of engines came from behind.

Gracie smiled brightly but when she saw Sara Owen’s sad expression, she stopped smiling and held her palm gently. “You are right. Don’t be sad. I know you have nothing for him in your heart. Look at you. You always think about your husband.” “This is not the thing I am sad about.” “Then?” “I met Scarlette Reddy.” Gracie widened her eyes in surprise. “What the fuck! That actress?” Sara Owen looked at her sadly and nodded. “You bitch. You should have called me. Wow! I mean I can’t handle the excitement. How did you react? What happened? Tell me everything about her.”

"It's fine," Ashton said, taking a seat. He closed his eyes halfway and focused on cultivating his sword intent, paying no mind to these people. It was then that a heavy-set middle-aged man with a noticeable gut approached Scarlett. He eyed her with a gaze filled with lust and asked with a chuckle, "Who do we have here, Mr. Larsen? Why haven't you introduced me yet to this beautiful lady?" "Please have a seat, Mr. Weaver!" Sully hurried to his feet, raising his glass toward Raymond Weaver. "Scarlett is a relative Carol brought along to broaden her horizons."

Scarlett muttered and turned around before lifting the sports bra that she was wearing before the food that he wanted. "You’re a witch." Theodore pointed out, but he dared not reach near her, respecting her privacy. Unlike werewolves, witches and vampires didn’t like nudity, so invading their privacy wasn’t a good idea. "I’m also a mother, smarty-pants," Scarlett responded. "And don’t forget your baby also has wizard’s blood in his vein." She snapped at him. Theodore didn’t say anything about that part. He had met her daughter, Raven, who was barely a year old. So he could guess how Scarlett could breastfeed Griffin.

My body felt like lead as I pushed myself up from the splintered floor, my knuckles raw and bloody. Nino and the guards stood ten feet back, their hands hovering near their weapons, staring at me like I was a wild animal that needed to be put down. I ignored them. My eyes frantically searched the room until they found her. Scarlett was huddled against the base of the bed. Her white silk dress was crumpled, her hair wild, her small hands shaking violently as she pressed them against her chest. Tears silently overflowed her eyes. And on her pale neck, right above the heavy diamond choker... were four red, bleeding punctures where my fangs had pressed into her flesh.

Once the meeting was over, Scarlett dismissed the others and retreated to her father's study. Closing the door behind her, she let out a deep breath and slumped into the plush leather chair behind the desk, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. She couldn't afford to let anyone see her weakness, not now that she was in charge. Just as she was about to pour herself a drink, the door creaked open and a man entered slowly, his form looming over hers like an eclipse. Scarlett froze. She recognized him instantly - The Lord's most trusted hitman, Romero Alvarez. They had been in an altercation some hours ago. She watched as his eyes bore down on her, dark and intense.

“And I, Cato Loren, pledge my allegiance to the Stella pack and oath to use this power to help its people thrive and prosper. To stand by my side, I elect Elias Smith as my Beta and introduce Jessica Michaels as my Luna.” The sun grew brighter. Dad squeezed my hands as an ecstatic warmth rushed through us. It filled my veins and seized my muscles. My vision filled with a bright white light, as I felt like my feet had come off the ground. We could have been floating miles in the air, but my Dad still gripped me. He didn’t let go until the light faded and my vision cleared. Every wolf in the clearing kneeled. The men, women, old and young. Each one of them bowed their heads.