Scarpetta Novels In Order Novels & Stories

The footage clearly showed Reya shoving me to the ground and issuing threats, "Don't think you’re all that just because you are pregnant with Luther’s baby. Luther is going to choose me in the end. He won’t want some old hag like you." After that, she unscrewed the can of gasoline she brought and splashed it everywhere. I grabbed her in a fit of panic and pleaded with her not to do anything reckless. She stomped on my leg triumphantly. "Who do you think Luther is going to save first when I start a fire? You, or me?" Before I could even react, the madwoman produced a lighter and proceeded to light the edge of the rug on fire. Then, she snatched my phone before throwing herself to the ground a

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

Julia is as old as Cass, but she looks younger and acts much more immature. Julia grinds her teeth while Skye gives her a mocking smile. Skye is now one of Warrick’s brides, and even though she has no real power, offending a bride can still get you punished. Julia walks away, and Skye settles beside me. “What do you want?” I ask her. I try not to let too much anger seep into my tone. “What have you done? This is Cassiopeia from our pack, right?” “Yes.” “She’ll reveal who we are, Colt. She’s going to get us killed.”

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

The one where I admitted quietly, that I’m scared he won’t return to me. I close my eyes. “Just a little longer,” I whisper. “Come back to me, Lucian.” Hours later, exhaustion finally wins. I drag myself to bed, fall onto the mattress, and sleep hits instantly. My eyes open in a dream. But this dream… this one is different. Silver eyes, wild black hair whipping around her face, and a single scar cutting across her cheek like a mark. She steps toward me. And I realize she’s not attacking. She’s showing me something. My hand burns hot for a moment. I look down, there’s a scar glowing on her palm. And the same shape glows on mine.

Scarlett My first week with the three Alphas was hell. I had tried to run away several times already, but I was unsuccessful. Someone always caught me and brought me back. I knew their names now. The dark-haired one was Lucian, the silver-haired one was Clay, and the dirty blonde was Maxwell. Of all of them, Clay was the least abusive. They made me sleep on the couch every night, but Clay was kind enough to give me a blanket even though the other two assholes gave him an earful. They said I was rude and needed to be disciplined. I knew my father did something to them, but how did that justify what they were doing to me? They called me a slut and claimed I rejected the bond but did not believ

She was a prisoner, a slave branded by Dravonia’s chains, but she would never forget the faces that had forged those chains. Leander’s smug cruelty. Marissa’s calculated triumph. Ramona’s venomous betrayal. And Skye—the deepest cut of all—the man she had loved, had believed would shield her, who had stood silent as her world burned. Her pacing slowed near the balcony doors, moonlight spilling silver across her face. A slow breath steadied her. She would endure. She would rise, use River’s devotion, Winter’s inexplicable interest—until she held power no one could take. And when she held power enough, every name on that list would answer for the blood they had spilled. The child cooed softly i

“Leave us. Now.” I blinked, momentarily caught between the two women—the calm presence of Scarlet seated before me and Seraphina, standing bold and unyielding in front of my desk. My brow furrowed as confusion tangled with the faint remnants of that unsettling memory Scarlet had awakened in me. I leaned back in my chair, watching Scarlet cross one leg over the other with deliberate grace. She didn’t flinch under Seraphina’s glare. Instead, her green eyes narrowed, a hint of mischief in them.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Ronan didn’t answer his wolf but he didn’t deny it either. Scarlet stepped into the mansion with her boxes pressed to her chest like armor. The moment she crossed the threshold, her skin prickled. Her wolf stirred uneasily. "We’re not alone." Scarlet’s eyes lifted and there they were. Liora. Helena. Beta Alaric. The unholy fucking trio. They stood at the foot of the stairs like a judgment waiting to be delivered. Their stares weren’t just hostile...they were murderous, like they’d strangle her with their bare hands if the walls didn’t have witnesses.