Novel & Cerita Katherine Scarlett

I earned my place on the ice. I didn't earn his hatred, but I got it anyway. When Scarlett Voss becomes the first woman drafted onto the Northgate Wolves, she isn't there to make history. She's there to play. But team captain Cade Harlow makes his position very clear: she doesn't belong here, and he will make sure she knows it every single day. What Cade won't say, what he won't let himself think, is that the moment she stepped onto his ice, something inside him stopped making sense. He hates her in public. He watches her when she doesn't know he's looking. And when a housing mix-up lands them as roommates, every rule he set to keep her at a distance starts to crack. But Cade Harlow is hiding something. Something that could unravel everything she thought she understood about why he fought so hard to push her away. Some rivalries end. Some become something you can't breathe without.  

An evil trap set by her stepmother, a steamy night with a sexy Stranger. Scarlet had never imagined it would start another adventure of her already messed up life. Twin brothers with different personalities, bouncing their hearts for the same soul! One was a Dark King feared by all; while the other was a Prince Charming with ruthless inside. Both of them wanted her. Now, who would she choose??? ****** SCARLETT "The biggest mistake of my life was to trust those people who never deserved it. " GABRIELLE "She forgot the one rule of this cruel world - Once come, forever serves." "The moment she decided to come to me from that trice, her body, her soul, the breath she takes, her tight pussy, EVERYTHING IS MINE ONLY." RAFAELLE "She was the one who approached me first, joining the banquet and now she has my eyes on her." "I will present her with the world on a gold platter in exchange if choosing me." "I will be there by her side always, doing everything for her. Even if that means risking my life." ****** The perfect mixture of love, emotion, crime, and war, with the touch of dark and sultry sensations. Would this triangle of love find out its happiness ever after?

Katherine Salazar. A girl from Spain whose life changed the day she first held a knife. She learned early that silence can be sharper than any blade. Her weapon a slender knife, always hidden beneath her clothes. Her adopted parents named her "Ghost Knife". She moved like a shadow—silent, precise, deliberate, clean. As she grew into a woman, her beauty captivated—and haunted— people around her in ways almost impossible to resist. When she took a mission she wasn’t supposed to handle herself, it tore her world apart, everything changed. She was caught by two brutal twin—opposites in behavior, different in power, identical in blood. Instead of ending her life, they chose to use her skills for their own dirty work. But then things got complicated. When both twin fell in love with her. A forbidden love, dangerous and consuming. Her next mission was supposed to be simple: eliminate the twins’ greatest enemy. But the target… was her “dead” father. "Dad?” My voice barely escaped, thick with disbelief, my vision blurred by unshed tears. “Kat?" His voice trembled with shock, more startled than I had ever seen him. In a fluid motion, he lifted his left hand, swift, precise—and the guards froze, stopped as if caught in a web of unseen power. " Y..You , I saw..." My words faltered, the knife quivering in my grip.

My company hosts an appreciation gala to thank long-time clients. I go to the company's cold storage to retrieve the batch of wine just flown in from overseas when a stream of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "That was close! She almost caught Daisy covered in red wine and looking all seductive. Good thing Tristan reacted fast and hid her in the freezer." "Can Scarlett just leave already? Look how cold Daisy and Tristan are. They are shivering. What if they catch a cold?" I pause mid-step, my gaze landing on the freezer behind me. Red wine is dripping out, and a piece of fabric is caught in the door. On it, I see the motif I personally sew onto my fiancé's clothes. Just then, the comments appear again. "Tristan plays it cool, claiming he is all about platonic love and staying chaste for Daisy. What a touching romance!" I smirked coldly. The platonic act is fake. The truth is he's cheating on me. Without a word, I turn around and toss the clothes they leave on the floor into the trash. Then, I lock the cold storage door and call the boss, who is in the middle of giving a speech. I exclaim over the phone, "A thief broke into the company! I locked them in the cold storage. Please bring some men and come over quickly!"

Katherine De’Cheney had a life she felt was perfect. She had a job she loved working at the New York Museum as a Conservator. She was engaged to the love of her life. One day she comes home early to find him tangled in their bed sheets with his paralegal. Shattered and broken, she crumbles in hopelessness. In her grieving state she passes out. Opening her eyes she feels transported into another realm. Standing in front of her is her grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property that she dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place that haunts her dreams. Something continues to call her spirit like a piece of her is locked inside waiting to reclaim her. Suddenly from behind, a Shadow of a man, shrouded in night. He reaches for her hand beckoning her to come. She jerks back and tries to run. “You cannot continue resisting me my dove” he says in silky voice with an old German accent. “Come home to me”. She feels her body relishing in his voice, his touch, and a hidden desire about him she does not know. The more she tries to pull away, the more she feels a pull towards him. Something kept nagging her. ‘What was drawing her back there?’ ‘Who was the sinister looking man she saw in the window as a child before the wolves came from nowhere to attack her. She shuddered, trying not to remember. What darkness was connected to that decaying old house? Why did she feel like something is calling her to return?

"You may look like her, but you're not her! Somewhere in this face, I will find my ugly fat princess!" He kissed her hungrily. Slap! "What are you doing?" asked Ruby. "Taking what's mine, Ruby Scarlett!" shouted Eric. "Let go. Struggling, she tried to pull herself away from his grasp. Instead, he embraced her tighter into his arms. He roughly pinched her beautiful face and traced her red lips with his rough hand. His eyes looked at her with longing. Tilting her chin closer to his lips he said, "You're my fiancée, you owe me for everything you put me through!" Unable to hold onto his hunger, Eric grabbed her by the hair and kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. "Mmmph," grunted Ruby. "You're mine!" panted Eric. Ruby stared at him with a startled expression. This man hated her, despised her, loathe her. He broke and bent her in every possible way to annul their engagement. Rather than marrying her he went to war. He did it all so he can be his childhood sweetheart Samantha Wild. So, why is he doing this to her?

Scarlett Knowles, a single mother, finds herself entangled in a web of love, betrayal, and family drama when she crosses paths with the enigmatic billionaire, Cameron Grayson. Will she be able to navigate the complexities of their relationship and find true love amidst the chaos? *** “Let me at least buy you a drink?” he offered. She turned around to face him squarely, “Are you trying to get me in your bed?” she blurted out. She regretted the words as they left her mouth but there was no taking it back now. She held his gaze, even though she wanted to recoil in shame. Her resolve strengthened when she saw the reaction the words elicited out of him. He almost spat out his drink. The arrogance with which he approached her had depleted, he avoided her gaze. “I thought so…” she turned around and began nursing her drink. She signaled to the bartender for a refill. Suddenly, she felt hot air at the nape of her neck. “Yes, I was hoping to buy you a drink, to lure you to my bed and ruin you in ways you would approve of.” His deep baritone voice sent shivers down her spine. She sucked in her breath. Goosebumps spread all over her skin.

My name is Evelyn Brown. I represent the company in the IPO bidding process. Halfway through my presentation, I notice everyone in the room staring at me with puzzled expressions. In that instant, I realize my PowerPoint slides have been swapped for a "Paid Surrogate" advertisement. The wording is utterly humiliating. "I've lived the first 20 years of my life in a poor mountain village. I'm healthy and can promise a son. My price is negotiable." I rush backstage, only to see the impoverished student my father, Eric Brown, has sponsored for years laughing uncontrollably. Leaning against my fiance, Dwayne Woodruff, Katherine Cadwell says, "Oh, Ms. Brown, don't be upset! I was just teasing you to lighten the mood. You just got back home. Don't stress yourself out so much." I grab her arm, insisting she come out and explain herself. But out of nowhere, Dwayne shoves me to the floor. "You've just returned," he says. "We only pulled a little prank on you because we didn't want you to be too tense. If you can't handle even this amount of pressure, how can you be expected to take over the company?" I can't help but scoff. Right in front of them, I send the live recording straight to my father, the CEO. Without a second thought, I dial his number. "Dad, look at what your 'star scholarship student' just pulled. Can we have her and Dwayne kicked out of the company?"

Ryan Carter is a name the hockey world fears and worships in equal measure—the best player on the ice, the golden captain, the man every fan believes cannot be defeated. To Scarlett Hayes, he is more than that. He is the reason she fell in love with hockey in the first place. Her role model. Her secret crush. The one player she never imagined would ever exist in the same world as her, let alone stand on the opposite side of her future. When she joins a new pack to pursue her hockey career, it feels like the escape she has always prayed for—a chance to run from a painful home and build a life of her own through ice, sweat, and determination. But everything shatters when the final match is announced and fate places her on the ice against him. Ryan Carter. Her opponent. The moment they face each other, something inside her reacts in a way she cannot explain. Her wolf awakens, whispering a single dangerous word over and over again. Mate. Mate. Mate. It distracts her, unravels her focus. Breaks the control she has fought so hard to build and in a game where only strength survives… She loses but losing the match is only the beginning because what comes after is far more dangerous than defeat. A contract. A bond and a a marriage to the one man she was never supposed to want… Ryan Carter.

To protect my boyfriend, Nico, the illegitimate son of our allies, the Moretti family, from their internal power struggles, I agreed to leave New York with him. But on the eve of my adoptive father, the Don of the Falcone family, signing our transfer orders, he backed out. Through the hidden door of the cigar lounge, I heard his right-hand man tease him: "So you really kept up that act for three months just to get rid of the princess?" "But she's your childhood sweetheart. You really have the heart to some miserable fishing village in the Baltics all by herself?" Nico's voice was nonchalant. "It's just an outpost across the pond. How far can it be?" "Scarlett is too controlling. If I don't get her out of the picture, how am I supposed to get any breathing room? Besides, I need to put Chloe at ease." I stood behind that hidden door for a long time that night, my grip on the doorknob tightening until my knuckles were white, before I finally let go. I turned and walked away, pulling out my tablet to change my flight plan. I changed the destination from the official plan of that desolate Baltic outpost to a seat at the High Table in Sicily, which is the absolute center of old-world Mafia power. Everyone seemed to have forgotten. I am the princess of the Falcone family. And he is nothing but filth from the gutter. We were never a match.