Novel Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

Ugh, think faster Agatha! As I got closer and closer to the back of his bookshelves, the sound got louder and louder. And when I was finally able to get close, I immediately threw the book that I'm holding to the man that is facing behind me. Oh, my gosh! He is being r*pe! And by a man! When I threw the book at him, they both turned and looked at me. My eyes widened when I saw Caleb naked and his forehead is wrinkled. When we both saw each other, my eyes widened and his eyes also widened and he quickly stood up when he recognized me. Dude, that was a wrong move! Now, his naked body is right in front of me! It's visible to my two naked eyes! As the woman covers her chest with her hand and gla

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ + •*.』 ~SATURDAY, 3 DAYS LEFT... Scarlett woke up to a rather bright weekend morning. It has almost been a week in Pastonville. And after one whole night of emotions, discovering that Vampire genes ran in her DNA all along, and that her mother and uncle were once humans from the 15th century, Scarlett somewhat felt a sense of...relief. Oddly.

Scarlet looks down at her hands, and I can tell that she is reliving some of the worst of Dorian’s behaviors. “Besides, I think that Theo and I could have something great. We have both experienced tragedy, love, misery, and pain. Those kinds of things change how a person views life, and love.” Scarlet looks over at Theo and there is a slight shimmer in her eyes. “I did not truly believe in second chance mates, and neither did Theo. Perhaps this was the Moon Goddess’s way of blessing me for finally coming to my senses.”

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

We can't always get what we want. Shifting through the shelves at the furthest part of the library, Zara scroll through all the books she has read in the past. When a sudden grip made her hiss in pain, she was ready to turn and unleash hell upon the rude individual for hurting her until she stops in her track the moment she lay eyes on Abram. He looked like a mess. His beard was longer than usual. His eyes red like he haven’t slept for a long time and his hair was ruffled like he had comb it with his fingers many times.

Please Scar give me a chance, one last one. Scar hadn't noticed when her eyes got early or when she began crying, she could feel the pain and desperation in that letter, or maybe she was just imagining it, either way, her heart bled, she placed the letter on her nightstand then something compiled her to check the envelope for anything else and she found a necklace with pendant, it was half of a heart.

“ But Harvey never wanted a child with her but he got two babies with another women , did he hate her that much , so he never loved her enough to make her the mother of his kids “ The thought of it alone gave her anxiety , she felt extremely pained . When Scarlet felt a hand touch her, it brought her out of her thoughts and it was no other than Kira. “Young mistress , we are here, you have to be strong, “ she reminded her. Scarlet didn’t reply but just looked at the place ahead of her , it was a church and on the entrance was boldly written “ the Pentecostal church of Christ “

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Not anywhere. He was gone. Scarlet could not believe it. He was really gone. Scarlet sat down, putting her hands on her knees, and wept. Did he truly hate her that much? Did he never really love her? Scarlet sat there, crying, until she fell hollowed out, numb. She stared at nothing, wondering what to do. A part of her wanted to break into the house, if for no other reason than to get warmth and shelter. But she knew she could not do that. She was not a criminal.

What spoiled such a beautiful night? I turned around and glanced at the book on the bed. Getting up, I picked it up and threw it inside my trashcan. It was its fault and also my fault for thinking I would ever be like scarlet. I can never be like her. Scarlet is not a nerd, she was the school bee and every boy in the school wanted her. Every girl wanted to be her and sadly, so did I. But too bad, I can never be her, I can never have her confidence. I can never be brave as her. I can never make men double take when I pass. I can never move people like she does and worst of all, I can never win the love of Aiden Grey.