Scarpetta Novels In Order Novels & Stories

“That would be because he is unusually different. He is known as a lycan; the first of his kind. He’s garnered quite a few names for himself, but ‘Devil’ stands out the most. He never loses a battle, and he is feared among packs. I think you might’ve heard of him…Does Zhamar Dragun of the scarlet moon pack ring a bell?” The scarlet moon pack…? Dragun…? Linessa froze, the bread crumbling in her hand. Dragun wasn’t just a name, it was a legacy; the undefeated warrior who stood as the first lycan… She looked down at her hands, the ones that had been clawing at her palms just moments ago while she demanded he be her ‘shepherd’. ‘I asked the devil to lead me into a room of starving wolves’ she th

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

"Take it." One of the other men was already rifling through my jacket, pulling out my phone, my wallet. "Nice phone," he commented, scrolling through it. "Password?" "Go to hell." He shrugged and smashed it against my car's hood. The screen shattered, pieces of glass and metal scattering across the concrete. "Like I said," Scarface repeated, pocketing my watch. "Nothing personal. But stay away from things that don't belong to you." They climbed back into their sedan and drove off, leaving me standing in my driveway, bleeding from a dozen small cuts from the broken glass.

It glinted in the light, a symbol of broken promises, before landing on the disheveled bed where their betrayal had unfolded. My piercing gaze remained fixed on it. "Consider it your reward for a game that you played so well," I stated, the bitterness in my voice seeping through every word. "And, well done, Leila. It seems you have found your perfect match," my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional st

Scarlett's POV I woke up with my heart already racing. I hadn’t even opened my eyes and I could feel the weight of what I had to do. This wasn’t a normal day. This was the day I had to pull off something risky and… reckless. By the time I stepped out of my bedroom, they were already there. Eight of them. Dressed in black suits with earpieces. Blank stares. The whole mafia-grade security vibe. I gave them a once-over and said flatly, "Four. That’s it. I’m not walking into a mall with a small army following me.”

“Legacy, power, or revenge; whatever motivates you Victor. I’m in this for the money and the thrill. Let’s get to work.” The two Mafiosi sealed their pact. As Victor ended the call, he gazed out the window, envisioning the empire he would soon control. That evening at Style Studios, Sylvania Scarlet was finishing her shift, sorting through fabric samples and folding her latest sketches neatly on her desk. She took a final look around, making sure everything was in place for the next day, and then started packing her things into her handbag.

She squeals out. Mmm, I love hearing her call out my name. Scarlett pushed on my chest, turning me over so that I was below her. She climbed on top of me, swiftly taking me inside of her. She gripped onto the headboard and began rocking her hips back and forth. I held her hips tightly, enjoying every damn second, loving the feeling of her tightly around me. I swatted her ass as she moved against me, and this made her cry out. I did it again, but harder. I felt her walls beginning to tighten around me, which told me she wasn’t going to last much longer.

Vespara listened silently, her fingers tightening around the neck of her beer bottle. “So Scarlet’s just their pawn?” she asked. “They don’t actually care about her?” Rome nodded. “Seems like it. Luna Alyssa… she is something else. More twisted than Alpha Juno, if you ask me. It felt personal, like she had some vendetta against Scarlet.” Vespara’s brows furrowed. “You think Alpha and Scarlet are connected somehow?” Rome gave her a strange look, then asked, “You ever get the feeling they have already slept together?”

All their attention snapped back to the campsite, where the geeks were. "Was that Maddie?" Scarlett gasped, fear shooting through her whole body in a second. The geeks were definitely in danger by the screams. It could be that Alpha Vampire again. Before Scarlett could take a step forward, blurry figures from out of the forest swished in her path. The figures snatched Scarlett by her arms. "Hey, let me go!" "Scarlett!" Kairos and Shawn shouted, but a womanly chuckle echoed from the forest. Walking into the sandy lake shore was a serpentine woman with short boy-cut blonde hair and malevolent yellow eyes. A sadistic smirk adorned her lips with her thin tongue flickered out.

And yet, she just kept silent, ignoring everything I said, she was infuriating. “Where is Tessa?” I asked again. “I don't know, I had her and I lost her. Makes me wonder where you are hiding her” she said. I could see the hunger rising in her eyes, a hungry creature, ready to attack, ready to tear apart anyone or anything that gets in its way. I could smell it too: bloodlust, violence, and a strange kind of anticipation of what was coming next. A wild creature with the potential to devour anything. “Do you realize how much you've betrayed everyone? Do you realize how many people you hurt by such an act? I am the one at fault not…”