Scarpetta Novels In Order Novels & Stories

“He loves you. I can feel it. And you know you love him too.” “I’m scared,” I whispered back. “What if he breaks me? What if he betrays me… like Alex did?” “People are not the same, Scarlet. You need to understand that.” Scar’s purr was steady, reassuring. “I may not know everything about him, but I can tell, he’s not the kind of man who would hurt you.” “I know…” I admitted, hugging myself tightly. “Then why are you so afraid?” Scar pressed, her voice sharp now, leaving me silent and empty of excuses.

“You can tell yourself that all you want, Zane. But Scarlett deserves more than your words. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll see that.” Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing outside the chamber, my anger fueling within me. ***** Scarlett’s POV The darkness was thick, suffocating, pulling me down into its deepest corner. It was cold, endless, and all-consuming, wrapping around me like a blanket. I could feel it pressing against me, invading every corner of my mind, whispering promises of power and vengeance in voices I didn’t recognize. I wanted to wake up, to pull myself out of this nightmare. But something held me back, a force deeper and darker than an

IAN Scar walked into Ambrosia with a murderous look, nodding his head to the back at me, and talking as soon as the door to the office slammed behind us. “We have a problem,” he paused, “It’s Lucius again. He killed an Alpha-” “Which Alpha?” I could feel every ripple of muscle in me tense. I haven’t quite worked out which pack my little wolf belongs to, but I know where Scar found her. “Black Claw’s, I’ve already ruled out-”

One day she decided to go on earth to take a look of what does it look like , and though Selene didn't want her babygirl to leave her , she knew that it was Scarlet’s destiny to go through it and that too without her support and so she allowed her to go . After a year of roaming around aimlessly all around the world Scarlet reached Rome . As soon as she entered the place she felt as if a string tied to her heart was pulling her to a specific direction. She trusted her gut feelings and followed it where ever it took her . Soon she bumped into a chest and felt two arms circle themselves around her and sparks were felt between the two and soon they were joined by two more males. The pull and th

The vampires let out a great shout, and as they did, Scarlet took it all in, feeling as if, finally, she had found her people. Scarlet’s eyes flew open as she woke to the sound of breaking glass. She found herself lying face-down on the cement, her cheeks pushed up against it, cold and wet and damp. She saw ants crawling toward her, and placed her palms on the rough cement, sat up, and brushed them away.

Scarlett. I bet he has a hundred concubines chasing after him ,each more beautiful than the last. And there I was … sitting in despair, not knowing what I'll be of . This was not the first time, nor will it be the last I'll see panties in his suitcase. Each time my eyes beheld them, it feels as though my heart will crumble into pieces. I'd always feel this cold thing run through my spine. Who was that? I jolted out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.

​"Tonight, you will rest. Tomorrow, you will perform. And tomorrow night, the man who dared to touch my property will feel the full extent of my consequence." ​He left without a backward glance, leaving Amara alone with the weight of the sapphire, the secure phone, and the crushing realization that she was no longer merely a victim; she was the indispensable bait in a Mafia boss's ruthless revenge plot. ​The next morning, the day of the Rossi Gala, Amara was a study in stillness. She rose early, dressed carefully, and ate a small, deliberate breakfast with Alessia and Emilla. She wore a simple, long-sleeved dress to conceal the bruise, the silk scarf tucked away.

Making Sophie to smirk at her plan ,which that day hence laid the first crack into their friendship which formed a crevice. The very crevice in which Sophie is still stuck. Trying to fill it and correct the mistakes she once did. Trying to mend their broken friendship. And most importantly being a cupid to the very hearts. Which were broken by her . .................................................. Roman stands outside the shabby slum along with few papers in his hands. Face covered in a look of disgust as he tries to block the sewerage stink coming from the place. He places a handkerchief around his hand,vary of touching anything that is dirty.

“Apparently, she did that so she wouldn’t have to return my wolf and scent.” “Which she gave to another person,” IIya said, her tone almost amused. “Well…I’m glad to inform you that you’re lucky. This book contains the list of all sorcerers and whatever magic they can create—potions, spells, you name it. I have Akira’s magic over…here!” Her eyes twinkled as she unfolded her fist, revealing a small vial with a black liquid inside. “Take it to whomever stole your wolf and scent. Just a little drop on them, and the restoration occurs.”

Back to the time I foolishly believed he was loyal to me? I was practically dragged to the operating room by Gavin. I held the cold scalpel in my hand. My hand was steady—a professional instinct, even though my body was so weak I could barely stand. Sofia lay on the table, unconscious from the anesthesia. As the nurse cut away her gown, revealing her chest, my scalpel stopped dead. Just below her collarbone, near her heart, was a black tattoo. It was a blooming black rose entwined with a dagger—the sigil of the Whitestone matriarch.