Sweetest Scarlet Novels & Stories

SCAR'S POV. Red. Then it's black. Who am I? Who am I? What am I? Kill. Kill her. No....stop it stop talking to me. Moonlight? Where are you? It's like loosing control. The darkness slowly evolving. No... stop. Stop it. Who are you Scarlet...? Control. Everything. Control. Scarlet is Scarlet. (Authors mid-note: it's kinda confusing I know. Bit that's the whole deal. To be confused ;) )

The only thing that mattered to dear Scarlet was the fact that the Alpha was handsome, what a wimp. “You're lucky to be married to such a handsome man anyway!" Scarlet added sarcastically like her heart wasn't aching tenfold. She hated that she was a mess and had been a little too foolish in her quest for seduction, but the more she learned about the Alpha, the more she wanted him.

It also scarred my life. There was one woman who captured my eye in the crowd, a woman that was so familiar. She looked at me with pity. I smiled at her. Tears fell from her face. “Don’t….cry……Psyche..” I spoke as I closed my eyes. Letting darkness consume me. I feel less sad knowing that I saw a familiar and lovely face before I died.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

The past, with all its bitterness and pain, was fading like smoke in the wind. My sister would never want me to lose joy in the name of revenge or anger. Nikolay was gone; he had taken his sins and darkness with him, leaving us free to love as fiercely and completely as we wanted. Scarlett was our mate, our precious one, and I would love her, protect her, hold her dear every single day until our last breath. Maxwell’s voice broke my reverie. “Have you noticed Scarlett’s eyes? They’re getting greener every day,” he remarked softly, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity and wonder.

Scarlet opened the door, and as she did, they all yelled: “SURPRISE!” Scarlet stared back, wide-eyed, looking completely shocked. Caitlin felt victorious that she’d actually managed to surprise her—Scarlet, of all people—the smartest person she’d ever known, and the hardest person to surprise with anything. Scarlet was also the most beautiful. As she stood there, with her perfectly-chiseled pale face, her large, crystal-blue eyes, her flowing, red hair, she was breathtaking. In some ways, she reminded Caitlin of Caleb. Ruth barked and barked and Scarlet leaned over and hugged her. Scarlet’s face lit with excitement as she stood back up and broke into a huge smile, revealing perfect white tee

The little thing in front of him was attempting to seduce him but Radyn merely assumed that she was just happy to see him. She smoothed down bits of her red-coloured hair, trying to fix the waves, that would naturally fly out if it were not for the magic of hairspray, to make herself look more presentable. It would have been a lie to say that the late mornings did not do her justice as Scarlet looked more extravagant than ever. With her lacy, crimson nightgown hugging her comfortably and her ruby irises vibrant in the light, it made sense why she was called Scarlet. She had an alluring yet devilish charm to her that the Werewolf adored.

She could see that his wolf was near the surface, in conflict with what was going on. "Why did you do that?'' She asked. ''Because... you... I don't know,'' Horatio admitted before turning away and wiping his mouth. ''I should go. I told Miley that we could visit the town,'' Scarlet said before walking away. ** "This is nice, really nice, pleasant town, nice people, just simply nice,'' Miley said. Scarlet nodded, taking a bite out of her apple. "You sure do like apples,'' Miley smile. Scarlet nodded again. "I am the evil witch, after all, have to live up to the stereotype.''

Under the sunset, his face seemed to be encrusted with a layer of silver, sparkling unreal, romantic amber-brown pupils, sideburns floating in the wind. Scarlet looked lost, if not for his masculine personality, he is also the ideal man. Bernie did not see Scarlet’s presence, his temper also became grumpy. "Are you waiting for me to bring the palanquin to pick you up?" Scarlet strongly pushed Bernie, who was blocking her line of sight. The bata shoes were soon crumpled and placed on the wet ground, and the green striped uniform did not cover the pure beauty of Scarlet. Her silky black hair fell to her shoulders, the bruises still lingering on her cheeks further adorned her white skin.

It was never just brotherly love or friendship; it was a calm, steady love that I mistook for mere companionship while I allowed myself to be consumed by Michael's toxic world. I hold no regrets for letting you go; you deserve a brightness that my presence could never sustain. I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise to find happiness. My only prayer now is that you find your ending filled with joy, free from the shadows that have so often clouded our lives. With all the love I’ve ever known, Scarlet --- Her words stir a turmoil inside me, mixing grief with a peculiar sense of relief; she thought of me, loved me in her final moments. But she felt unworthy of happiness, even if she had survived.