Novel Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

he said. Scarlett looked at Viggo cynically and moved her lips, "Since when?" "Shut up and go along with it," Viggo whispered. "Is that so? Well, it's a small world... Oh, by the way," Karina said, then turned around and took something out of her bag. Karina turned back and handed Scarlett a novel written by Scarlett titled "The Underworld of Werewolves," which had just been written by Scarlett. "Can I ask for your autograph? I've been looking forward to this moment, so I always carry your novel with me wherever I go," Karina requested.

Scarlet's POV I heard the door open and I knew that what I dreaded most was about to happen. I saw the shadow come nearer, walking slowly but still with calculated steps. I knew I had gone too far today but what else was I supposed to do? The shadow disappeared as the figure of the person came to light. It was the alpha. That only meant one thing. He started coming closer to me and all I could do was to pray to the moon goddess. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut but it was just too much for me to hold in.

Just like her. Scarlet’s heart was pounding in her throat as she thought of herself. She remembered the other day, with Blake, by the river. She had felt it. Was it real? Was this the reason? Had her mom known all along? Was that was she was not telling her? Scarlet turned the final page and saw a handwritten note, on a new piece of paper, taped to the back. It read: “Must stop Scarlet.” Her heart pounded as she read it. What did that mean? Stop Scarlet? Stop her from doing what?

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.

I’d made the right choice when I booked the reservation. I kicked off my heels, dropped my suitcase to the side and sank into the bed. The sheets were cool and cozy and they welcomed me. My body, which was heavy with exhaustion, sank deeper as I spread my arms and legs. Finally, I was going to get some rest. After resting a little, I dragged myself to the shower. Steam clung to my skin when I came out and I slipped into one of the silk robes I'd packed. The robe clung short against my thighs, sleeveless and nearly transparent—a daring gift from Hannah. I considered changing out of it, but with no one expected at my door tonight, I let the thought slip away.

His eyes widened in shock. “Don't.” I said coldly. “Touch. Me.” He dropped my wrist like I'd burned him. I walked away without looking back, my heels clicking against marble with perfect rhythm. Behind me, I heard one of them curse. The banquet hall stole my breath, but I didn't let it show. Crystal chandeliers cast rainbow light across polished floors, and conversations hummed in a dozen languages. This was my world now. “Well, well. What do we have here?”

"If Damien is still out there... will he try to find me again?" Elena didn’t lie. "He might. But he won’t win this time. I promise you." Rose looked to Sophie, who held her hand tightly. "Then take him down. For all of us." **** That Night – Elena’s Quarters The room was dimly lit, scattered with evidence boards, encrypted tablets, and scattered documents. Grayson sat in a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, wrapping a fresh bandage around his torso. Elena entered, her eyes catching on the scar that crossed his ribs.

"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."

“The man you’re chasing … is gone. Has been for some time. I told you to come alone so I could save you the agony of searching.” “You lied.” “Of course I did,” he said, baring his teeth. “It was the only way to get you to come.” “Why?” “I needed you to come alone so I can kill you. You’re too dangerous to leave alive.” *** Scarlet moved fast. Every mile north felt like cutting through a dead god's grave. She reached the edge of the vale. Her palms shivered as she pressed them into the earth. “Show me.” The ground pulsed. A vision bloomed-Ophelia in the ruins, Lucien circling her like a vulture.

Scarlet leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly. She had learned her lesson two years ago. This time, she wouldn’t be so easy to break. The tides had shifted, the storm had turned, Scarlet watched as the bridges burned. Voices that once called her cold and cruel, Now whispered regrets—were they mere fools? Apologies rang, yet felt too late, Two years of pain, two years of fate. She’d lost her name, her light, her pride, Now the truth had forced the world to decide.