All Chapters of SCARLETT THE LAST FERROMANCER : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Scarlett povI rushed out of the restaurant, my heart pounding in my chest. I quickly dialed Katherine's number, my fingers trembling with anxiety."Katherine, did you call him?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.There was a pause on the other end of the line before Katherine responded, her tone calm and collected. "Yes, Scarlett, I did. I had to know what was going on."I felt a surge of fear mixed with anger. "Katherine, how could you? You know what he's like. He won't forgive you for this."Katherine's laughter was like a slap in the face. "Oh, Scarlett, you're so dramatic. I can handle Finn."I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my cool. "You don't understand, Katherine. Finn is not someone to be trifled with. He's... he's not human."There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I thought I had lost the connection. But then Katherine spoke up, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, please, Scarlett. You're not going to tell me that Finn is a vampire or some

Marian povI was on the couch, surrounded by crumpled tissue paper, tears streaming down my face. My body trembled with sobs as I thought about Finn, my boyfriend, who had vanished.That morning, I had woken up to find him missing. Initially, I assumed he had gone for a run or to get breakfast, but as the hours passed without any sign of him, my worry deepened.I attempted to call him, but his phone went directly to voicemail. Texts went unanswered, and I even checked his usual hangouts, but he was nowhere to be seen.Eventually, I made the decision to report him missing to the police. However, when I arrived at the station, they informed me that they couldn't initiate a search until 24 hours had elapsed.Twenty-four hours! It felt like a lifetime. What if something had happened to him? What if he was injured or in peril?The thought was unbearable. I felt utterly helpless and powerless. All I wanted was for Finn to come back, safe and sound.As I sat there, overwhelmed with grief, I

Scarlett pov The living room basked in warmth as sunlight poured through the open windows. The gentle murmur of the TV filled the air, but it was merely a backdrop to the sound I treasured most—the laughter of my son, Henry. He had just celebrated his thirteenth birthday, a significant milestone that felt overwhelming, even though I understood it was simply part of growing up. I watched him sprawled on the floor in front of the couch, engrossed in his action figures. His hands moved swiftly, instinctively orchestrating battles and interactions that only a boy his age could dream up. "Mom!" he exclaimed, halting mid-fight between two figures. "Did you see that? The villain has to be tougher! He can’t just fall like that!" I chuckled at his excitement, his imagination always in overdrive. "I saw it. You have a real talent for bringing those characters to life," I teased. He flashed a grin that brightened his face, his brown eyes sparkling with that infectious enthusiasm I loved.

Kathrine povThe scent of freshly made pancakes permeated the kitchen, with the gentle rays of the morning sun streaming through the windows. I was seated at the kitchen table, leisurely scrolling through my phone while savoring bites of the soft pancakes. It was an idyllic morning—serene and tranquil. The stillness was almost unsettling, especially given the recent turmoil in my life. Yet, for once, I embraced the tranquility.I nudged my plate aside and poured myself another cup of coffee, watching the steam rise in graceful wisps. A peculiar sense of calm enveloped me, reminiscent of the moments before a storm, when the front door suddenly burst open, causing me to startle in my seat.“Mom?” My heart raced. I quickly rose, my eyes widening in shock as she stumbled into the kitchen, her face pale and smeared with blood, her breathing labored.“Mom!” I hurried to her side, anxiety surging within me. “What happened? Oh my God, what’s going on?”Her hand pressed against her side, and I

Markus pov I looked at Scarlett, her eyes glistening with tears. The worry about Henry refusing to eat consumed me, prompting me to rise from the couch and move toward her slowly."Markus, why is our son, Henry, a mutant and a werewolf at such a young age?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, choked by her sobs.I wrapped my arms around Scarlett, holding her tightly as she pressed her face into my chest. Her warm tears soaked my shirt, and my heart ached for her pain. I gently stroked her hair, trying to offer some comfort as she cried."Shh, Scarlett, it will be alright," I murmured softly, hoping to soothe her. "We’ll face this together, as a family. Henry will be fine, I promise."Yet, beneath my calm exterior, I felt fear. Our son, Henry, was just twelve, and the idea of him navigating the complexities of being a mutant and a werewolf was daunting. I had always anticipated this moment, given our family's background, but I had wished for more time to prepare him.As I cra