Chapter 19 Scarlet Letter Summary Novels & Stories

Scarlet couldn't move her eyes from the book, the book seemed to have sorcery power, inciting her to get it. It should be okay to see, isn't that so? Because this book is somewhat special, scarlet hesitated for some time. After she struggled, she chomped her lip and got the book. She was going to open it. "what's going on with you?" As soon as scarlet opened the first page, she was startled by the sound from the entryway. "what!" She screamed and the book in her grasp tumbled to the ground. Jared's eyes followed the falling book, and he suddenly became nervous, his face hardened.

I had been staring at it for forty minutes, watching the amber liquid sit perfectly still in the glass while everything inside me was the opposite of still. I could still smell the fire if I let myself. Gasoline and smoke. And underneath both of those… jasmine. Scarlett screaming my name with her hands stretched toward me while the chains kept her just out of reach. The flames climbing her legs and the heat tearing through the warehouse while Luca stood there smiling. And I could not move. Because Luca's men had put three bullets in me.Because my body had already begun the slow, humiliating work of dying. “If there is a next life… do not choose him, Scarlett.” Those had been my last words to

My hands dropped down, I accepted my defeat. "I'm sorry, so where were we?" He mended his coat by giving his shoulders a shrug and uttered. My tears began flowing, I had dreaded this day for so long, who knew the man I have let my heart to fool me would be the reason I will meet that pervert again. Why was he punishing me for Scarlet's sins? "She is with me right now." He said, I was shivering and sitting with my body straight and my heart praying. That was it, he got me F**** up.

That just inflated my ego, and I wondered how many more I could get to do that before we leave back to Nightshade tomorrow. “Stand up,” I commanded each of the eight. They stood slowly, and they looked like their lives were ending. I was not actually going to cut off their dicks. They still had to go to trial. However, knowing Denver, he might just make that their punishment. Death by dick removal. Perhaps we could start a trend on how to punish rapists. “Do you eight know what the Scarlet Letter symbolizes?” I asked. They all nodded slowly and flinched when I stepped towards them. More ego inflation. My day was looking up.

he admitted, his voice filled with shame and regret. Scarlet’s eyes rolled involuntarily at his words, a wave of disbelief washing over her. “So, what you’re telling me is that you let yourself be seduced by Mary less than two years after Mom passed away? Was it that hard to stay away from Mom’s old friend and keep yourself from getting in bed with her?” Martin opened his mouth to respond, but Scarlet held up a hand, cutting him off before he could utter a word. “Save it, Dad. Now that I think about it, I don’t need to hear your explanations. You made your choice, and now you have to live with the consequences of all your actions, no matter how praiseworthy you think they are,” she stated fi

I didn’t respond, storming out of the room. Scarlet. Just her name sent a jolt through me, the mate bond pulsing despite my rejection. I hated it. Hated her for making me feel this way. Hated myself for not letting her go. Scarlet’s POV The banquet hall glittered under the chandeliers, the air heavy with the scent of roasted meat and wine. I moved through the crowd, tray in hand, serving drinks to the pack’s elite while keeping my head down. My heart pounded every time I caught a glimpse of Devon at the head table, his forest-green eyes scanning the room.

So I removed him. After that, I promised her I wouldn’t touch her. That was the only reason she agreed, but I always knew she would be the one to break that promise. I thought marriage would change her. That starving her of affection would make her crawl back to me. Beg me. Beg for my touch...to be ruined by me. Beg to be taken the same way I took other women. But instead..she chose my son. “How dare you, Scarlett Sinclair!” I roared, my eyes snapping back to the screen. Xavier stood there, watching her as she hurried to get dressed, his expression twisted with satisfaction. He looked like he enjoyed pushing her to that edge.

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 ;) )

Or was he genuinely changing his mind, and starting to have feelings for Vivian instead? Scarlet’s apprehension grew as the reality sank in of her cutting class, missing her last two classes of the day—and an important quiz—to be with this group. Had she made a mistake? Her entire reason for going was to be with Blake—and he hardly seemed to even care. He only looked back over his shoulder for her once or twice. With every step, Scarlet felt increasingly left out. But it was too late to turn back now: they were far from school, and had already entered a trail in the woods, which she was unfamiliar with. She followed them as they twisted and turned down the narrow path, feeling increasingly d

Chapter 2 Scarlet’s POV The next few days I couldn’t stay away. Every afternoon I found myself walking back into that same church, telling myself it was just for guidance like any normal person would. My pussy still throbbed every time I remembered Father Lucian’s voice through that screen, the way it got rough when I pushed him. I wore a shorter sundress this time, thin straps and nothing underneath again, the fabric rubbing against my nipples as I moved. I knocked softly on the rectory door instead of going straight to the booth. He opened it after a minute, those dark eyes landing on me with that same steady look. “Scarlet. Back so soon.”