Novel & Cerita Scarlett Stovall

He really can't stomach seeing her do it all. Scarlett sighed, relieved once more. The red fluids staining her fangs, almost picturing her as a deranged sadistic killer. Her lips quirked into an unknown smile as if she enjoyed her two crate-sized meals. It was almost drinking the sweetest pomegranate juice to her, and not getting enough of it. "How are you holding up, Scar?" Sapphire asked. "No...reawakening?" "I think...I can control myself now." She responded unsurely, taking in another packet before taking a minute in her thoughts. 'At least that Vanilla smell is gone now. I know it came from something...someone. Whoever had that scent was nearby...but--'

Even though she’s motionless, her eyes are blinking with great difficulty, the pain almost unbearable. “M…” She mumbles in a low tone. “M…” …. Scarlett is looking through all the videos they have gathered. She takes the mini voice changer off her neck and smiles as she reads the email she had just sent. Elle is scared and she’s going to do something stupid. Ryder and the others are busy gathering evidence but Scarlett is planning something else. It pains her to go behind his back but this is the only way she can save him. There’s a knock on her door and Scarlett quickly shuts her laptop.

“You’re getting sloppy.” I didn’t jump at the voice, though my wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin. Scarlett Monroe moves like smoke when she wants to, which is often. At thirty-two, she’s the head healer in this nightmare factory and the closest thing I have to a friend in a place where friendship is dangerous.

She on the other hand, always added a few color tint here and there to keep the blonde intact. As much as she didn’t like Scar, she couldn’t just send her away. "Scarlett Olson, Mr. Ash is ready to see you," she begrudgingly announced. However, Scar, lost in her messaging world, remained oblivious until someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Scarlett," they said, and she snapped back to reality. "Yes, yes," she replied, quickly finishing her message with a flurry of taps. Mich’s frown deepened. 'What an annoying b*tch'

I deliberately closed the door softly. The moment it shut, a cough erupted. I pinched my dry, sore throat between my fingertips, then hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. ***** Scarlett’s POV: After returning to my room, I took a shower, then got into bed, turned on some parental music, and picked up my phone to scroll through I*******m. What I found was quite surprising. The trending topic was all about Harvey and Morgan. #HarveyTaylor Suspected of Feuding with MorganPark

Scarlett posted a new video—her voice sugary sweet, her dress pristine, her expression full of the kind of confidence that only comes from being desperate. “I noticed something funny,” she said, twirling a pen between her fingers as though the whole thing had just occurred to her. “Sophie’s wedding date seems to be right around mine. Isn’t that… interesting?” She paused for dramatic effect. “So I thought—why not make this fun? Why not get our beloved fans involved?”

Scarlett said, "It's only been four. This wasn't like that bitch's style anyway. I always thought she was like a witch who wouldn't let go, determined to ruin everything." "It's okay," I assured her, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. "She's not coming back. She can't hurt us anymore." Scarlett smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "You're right. I'm being dramatic. Occupational hazard of an influencer." We parted ways outside the restaurant, Scarlett climbing into an Uber bound for her SoHo apartment, me walking the few blocks to my building. The night air was crisp, hinting at the approaching autumn. I wrapped my light jacket tighter around me.

I stopped immediately I was down the stairs, I couldn't believe the scene in front of me, my eyes widened as I continued looking at them. Scarlett Winters... She was standing on one of the couch with a guitar around her waist and she was wearing a long black robe like some sort of sorcerer she had long chains around her neck and some weird make-up on her face... Beside her was Jake.. I am not even surprised to see him I am sure he started all of this.

With that, Scarlet made another ninety-degree bow at the camera, a display of her genuine sincerity. Scarlet was a victim herself. She was the vulnerable one with her swollen and reddened eyes, but she did not mind nor care. All Scarlet wanted was to apologize sincerely. Her assistant, Amy gazed at Scarlet with her aching heart. “I’m Scarlet’s manager and assistant,” said Amy to the live-streaming phone, “and I’ve been with her for six years! I can swear to God that Scarlet really had no idea of all these things! She didn’t know that Johnson was married, and as a matter of fact, none of the people in and outside the industry knew he was married.

"Hmph. There is no need to feel guilty. You are too kind Natasha. This fat and ugly bitch never deserved me. If it wasn't because of her shares in the hospital, I would have never considered her as my fiance. You are one hundred times better and more talented than she is!" Scarlett felt a stabbing pain in her chest at the memory of the ordeal. She had caught Natasha and James in bed with each other and turned to alcohol which got spiked by Natasha's friend. Her life was destroyed from that moment. She had to give up her shares in her late mother's hospital after being blackmailed by Natasha and her mother. They acquired it and even made her slave away as a researcher for years. She would nev