Novel Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

There's a moment of silence on the other end before Dante responds, his voice filled with curiosity, "What work?" A sly smile plays on Scarlet's lips as she begins to give Dante all the small details, relishing in the power and control she holds over the situation. She describes the condition of Elizabeth, recounting the pain and misery she witnessed, providing him with every intricate detail to ensure he understands the extent of her revenge. As Scarlet speaks, her voice holds a hint of triumph, knowing that she has indirectly played a part in ruining Elizabeth's life. The satisfaction she feels is palpable, fueling her desire to ensure that Dante comprehends the consequences of their actio

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?”

“It's okay,you are already involved, getting married to Ethan,and stuff with Micheal,it's impossible to pull out now,but you can survive” Summer said in her firm voice. “How do I survive” Scar asked. “Let's pick a side” Summer suggested. “Pick a side seriously they are all devils” Scar said angrily,she rolled away from the hug. “Well let's pick the lesser devil,like the father of your child” Scar groaned deeply, “Damn child who told the heavens I need a child,there are thousands of people childless,arrgggghhhhh….it's all so frustrating, everything I stood against is wrapped as a gift with the man I love”

Whenever someone brought me one of her belongings, and I smelled her sweet honey scent, he would howl forlornly over his lost mate, and my chest would ache like someone had their foot on sternum. Whatever, he would get over it. We would get over it. But that didn’t mean I was going to sit back and let Sarah fuck around with other men. What gave her the balls to think she could just move on with her life? “He put his hands on me!” Scarlet screeched. “He held me by the neck!” I rubbed my temples. Scarlet was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the pack, but her theatrics were tiresome, and when she complained it made my head throb. I looked at her neck. She looked fine to me.

Scarlet lowered herself gracefully into the seat opposite him, her eyes shimmering with practiced sorrow. “You look troubled,” Gennado said, frowning. Scarlet lowered her gaze, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. “Godfather… Bruno has been neglecting me. He even threw me out of his room. I… I feel so unwanted.” Gennado’s hand tightened around his cane. “How dare he make you suffer? You are to be my daughter-in-law. I will speak to him. He will regret treating you so poorly.” Scarlet’s lips curved faintly. She leaned closer, her voice low and trembling with false vulnerability. “I only want to love him, Godfather. I want to give you a grandson. All I ask is for Bruno to finally name a da

Can you imagine if something had happened to you? Scarlett looked at Alex and lowered her gaze in shame. —I’m sorry, Alex. You were right. I shouldn’t have gone into the forest alone… it was reckless. Alex sighed, trying to calm the mix of anger and worry still inside him. —That book, Scarlett… —he said, pointing at the object she was clutching tightly—. You have to get rid of it. You should burn it. She looked up, shocked, and hugged the book even tighter. —Never. This book belonged to my mother… it’s all I have left of her.

I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead. I said, "Mom, this is the last time I'll ever call you that. I'm not you. I didn't rot my brain reading those stupid romance novels! From now on, the four of us will live happily together. As for you, do yourself a favor and remove those trashy books from your phone!" Seeing that I showed no remorse, she flew into a rage. She cursed at me, saying, "I must have underestimated that vixen's methods! So what if they're married? They can still get divorced!"

“The man was crying like a baby. Like—real tears, Amanda. I didn’t even know what to do. Just stood there while he soaked my shirt.” Amanda smiled. “You? The ice queen herself?” Scarlet flicked water at her. “Don’t start.” She dropped another plate onto the rack, the sound dull and heavy. “It’s… confusing. He’s confusing me. I came here to ruin him, to make him pay for what he did. But now—” Her voice trailed off. The water kept running, steady, like it was filling the silence for her. Amanda walked closer, set the apple down. “Scar, that’s normal. You’re human.”

But not today. Not now. Not after seeing Amy. Not after seeing Scarlet. Scarlet loved Dante genuinely, openly, and fiercely. She wasn’t someone who demanded love. She offered it freely, expecting nothing but honesty in return. She had built a life from scratch, after being abandoned, betrayed, hurt. And now she had finally found safety in Dante, and Dante had found something just as rare like peace in her. They loved each other way too much, he could see that. There was a child now. Amy.

He was also my biggest rival for the scholarship. He put his clean coat over my shoulders. I could smell the cool scent of pine wafting from it. “You should wear this for now. You don’t have to return it.” I watched him leave, feeling surprised and rather touched. At times like these when I was ostracized and alone, any tiny bit of warmth felt rare and precious to me. The school bell rang. I returned to the class, followed by Chavonne. She looked like she had been dragged through the mud.