Sweetest Scarlet Novels & Stories

"That’s not fair! I’m not that grumpy." I raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Really? Then why do you always look like you’ve just bitten into a sour lemon when you wake up?" Scarlett smirked, her eyes twinkling. "That’s just my 'I’m planning to take over the world' expression. Nothing to worry about." I laughed, experiencing a joy I hadn’t felt in ages. Moments like these reminded me why I adored Scarlett so much. She was my best friend, my partner in mischief, and the one person who could always bring a smile to my face.

Only I know how these looks of pity feel . No one knows....you may call scars beautiful but you know the one who actually has them. Knows deep somewhere in their heart, how ugly they look. Something which was so perfect, something so flawless that every one envied it. Was now just an object of pity. The skin which was perfect once, is tarnished now. And you know the worst part? No matter what you do. It will never....be like it was before. What's lost can never return. Sulking ,she didn't realised when the sun was down from the horizon and it was dark.

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?”

I just watched in horror as Scarlet removed the dagger from her shoulder wiping the blood on the dagger, on her shorts. Bones began breaking and soon Skylar was replaced by a big brown Wolf. I looked at scarlet's mom who had pride in her eyes. " You've got this Scarlet you can't let her beat you.." she yelled while I just stood there helplessly tears spilling out. Scarlet was busy cleaning the blood off the dagger not even looking at her opponent who was running at her full speed baring her teeth

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."

Determination. Because Jace thinks he's untouchable. He thinks he can kiss me in front of everyone, humiliate me, then walk away unscathed. Rule number one: don't flinch. Rule number two: hit back harder. So I plan my first strike. It starts small—an hour in the library with my laptop, hidden in the back corner where the sunlight slants across the dust motes and nobody bothers to wander. I scroll through every scrap of information I've collected, every digital breadcrumb I've found in the weeks leading up to Blackridge. Most of it is about the Langstons: Chief Langston's conveniently sealed records, Jace's carefully curated golden-boy reputation, the glossy photos that make their lives look

Dex and Elian regarded the newcomers coldly. Especially their leader, who was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a thick ginger beard and fiery red hair tied back in a knot. A nasty scar ran through his left eyebrow, giving him a permanently pissed-off look. Dex’s hand hovered near his holster, and Elian’s finger was already itching on the trigger. He was still hoping to get more kills anyways. “You took something that belongs to us. Where is it?” The leader asked, his deep and loud voice ringing through the warehouse.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

Just like the prophecy had announced the day I was cursed. Scarlet is more of a blessing than a mate. But she seems so hurt and pained by what her mate had done to her. How was I supposed to convince her to be my Luna when she had raised these walls around her? Just as I saw her amongst the pack members, her blue doe eyes never leaving mine, almost caused me to trip over my feet while addressing the pack members. “The Moon goddess has finally smiled on us after many years.” I addressed them and stretched my hand towards Scarlet.

There had been a fairytale ceiling pulled out, a chandelier that sparkled like in a fairytale, roses spilling crystal vases, and a string quartet playing some sort of heavenly music for some fairytale I wasn't experiencing. Jake Lawson vanishing down the other way, laughing, in a cloud of hilarity, of too much light. Black velvet topcoat, tie carelessly undone, as if he hadn't even bothered to bother to dress up for his own wedding. Cassandra hanging on to his arm like a decoration, ringletted blonde curls, red lips on face that went pricey-smiling. Her eyes burned hot satisfaction at seeing me. "Natalie Hayes," she smiled, approaching me, champagne flute in hand. "Surprised to see you. Most