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Just until I found a boyfriend that my dad liked. My manager, Hilda was supposed to pick me up by nine, this morning, so I had like five hours left. I got up from my bed, wondering how I was going to pass the time as I sluggishly trudged to my bathroom. I suddenly felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise and I felt my stomach churn anxiously. I began to look around my room as paranoia set in. I didn't understand why I was feeling this way. I felt like someone was here with me and by that someone, I meant the vampire.

“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

Or so she thought. As Scarlett walked into her apartment which she had privately bought when she returned, she felt something was out of place. Her intuition as a trained assassin back in Europe never failed her. She reached for her gun, slowly moving towards the living room. And there it was – a message left for her on the coffee table. "Scarlett Ruiz, how does it feel to be the daughter of a dead boss?" She immediately felt her cold down her spine, this was definitely from someone who knew her mother as a mafia boss.

"How dare you scare me like that?" Agnes has her chin on his shoulder. Hearing him say those words, without knowing whether it was true or not, she bit her lips again and closed her eyes tightly. It's him. It's Leon. — CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A Cold Dark Scary Place — In a dark, still and quiet room, a lone body of a female human was lying on the damp floor. On her forehead, there was a trail of blood that dried over time. Her face was pale, and if you can't see her chest going up and down, you would mistake her as dead.

There was a time I wished I could become a member of the Black Scorpions so I could break free from Hale's prison but I was too afraid to pursue that thought. They were known as the strongest Mafia gang in the world, led by a young but vicious woman. All other gangs paid homage to them and the vicious woman whom I had once heard Hale refer to as Queen Scorpion was addressed as 'chief' by all the gangs. They were also highly connected and could easily destroy anyone with a snap of their fingers.

I screamed and sobbed and begged till I couldn't do them anymore, and then I curled into a ball on the ground and prepared to die. "Ugly little monster," Rosalie hissed, "I'm doing you a favor by ending your miserable existence. There's nothing left for you anyways" And then she bent to her knees and reached for my hair. "No, please," I croaked weakly as I felt the first snip, my long hair falling off my head as Rosalie sliced through it, ignoring my weak pleas. "And as a parting gift," she drawled, voice full of delight. 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 ja

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

I was entertainment. I moved between the tables, gathering plates with trembling hands while conversations danced around me. Their whispers followed like hungry wolves. “Look at those arms. Like tree trunks.” “Margaret said she found food hidden in her room again.” “Disgusting. No wonder she can’t shift—what wolf would want that body?” My cheeks burned, but I kept loading the tray. Glass and plate clinked against the tray, and the sound produced covered most of their comments. “Careful with those,” Marcus called from across the room where he was busy entertaining a group of unmated females. “We all remember what happened to Mother’s antique vase.”

Seraphina's POV “That bitch!” I screamed the moment I got back to the room I was staying in at the Sinclair mansion. My breathing turned erratic as my mind replayed my encounter with Scarlett in the hallway over and over again. I could have sworn she had just come out of Xavier’s room. I had spent so long trying to deny my suspicions about the two of them, but what I saw tonight finally made all the scattered pieces connect together in my head. They were far too close.

As long as his queen was ok… He didn’t even pay attention to the other wolves who had now joined him, one of the trackers taking the lead guiding the rest towards the scent… --------------- *SOME TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD – ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ABUSE – SCARLETT WILL NOT BE RAPED - HOWEVER, THIS SCENE MAY STILL BE DISTRESSING – THE STORY WILL CONTINUE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER YOU WILL NOT MISS ANYTHING ELSE* -------------- Scarlett awoke with a groan when she felt her body being tossed to the ground. She opened her eyes, quickly scanning her surroundings. They were in a cave, one she recognised was just outside of pack territory.