Novel & Cerita Prison Door Scarlet Letter

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

Dread filled the Matron as she turned to look back at Scarlet, who was already backing away from the Matron and out the door on the other side of the dining room. The Matron ran to the closest door only to find it had been barricaded during the conversation with Scarlet. Running to the other side of the room, the Matron approached the door Scarlet had left through and found it unlocked and unimpeded. Cackling as she made her escape from the room that was filling with smoke as the fire burned through the wall of the dining room, the Matron made her way through the building to the nearest door to the outdoors. Arriving, she reached out and pulled the handle only to discover that the door would

Dante’s POV When I returned to my place, the silence didn’t soothe me. It only made her voice louder in my head. Scarlet. The same woman I once touched like she was sacred. The same woman who lay in this very room, tangled in sheets and moonlight, her breath soft against my chest as we unravelled one another. Now, she was a prisoner. And I... I was expected to decide whether she would live or die? What kind of twisted, merciless joke was this?

He was waiting for her to open the door. Scarlett picked up Miller’s silver fountain pen, her hand completely steady as she pressed the nib into the paper, signing her real name—Scarlett Voss—for the first time in a decade.

They were polite and apologized for the inconvenience and directed us towards a different exit point. It took a few minutes for the queue to shorten and only the two of us were left waiting at the door, I could see Keenan. As we approached the curtains that closed off the first exit, they were opened and I was shocked to see why the area had been closed off. Scarlett had just exited the area, part of her green dress was torn, exposing her breast. Her hair was messy and she looked like someone who was ready to kill. Her face was flushed and dark red.

Scarlett. I bet he has a hundred concubines chasing after him ,each more beautiful than the last. And there I was … sitting in despair, not knowing what I'll be of . This was not the first time, nor will it be the last I'll see panties in his suitcase. Each time my eyes beheld them, it feels as though my heart will crumble into pieces. I'd always feel this cold thing run through my spine. Who was that? I jolted out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.

he murmured. “Cut it out. There’s nothing so ‘chessy’ about the mafia. It’s just a usual game,” she replied with a faint smirk. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scarlet took a deep breath before stepping into the room to face Cassius. Her chest rose and fell steadily, as if steeling herself for war like a soldier preparing to confront a former predator. She hesitated at the doorway, her eyes scanning the dim hallway before crossing the threshold into a secluded place.

“ 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 “

Scarlet felt herself being pushed and prodded down the dark stone corridor of the prison, as they descended lower and lower into the earth. Her hands were clasped tightly behind her back with silver shackles, while Ruth was led beside her, a muzzle over her mouth. Scarlet was terrified as they went, hearing the distant shouts of prisoners, getting ever closer. They sounded like vicious people, and she felt as if she were being led into the depths of hell, towards an insane asylum.