Prison Door Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

『.*+ • ᴄʜᴀᴘ.ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ• *+.』 ROOM 384. That was what was plated on the wooden room door. Scarlett stayed behind the principal the entire time after scanning her class schedule. All her lessons were going to be in one classroom, which included Homeroom. But a bit of a relief for her. At least she won't get to see a lot of students in her way.

Four seperate doors were visible in the room too, with the main door which was large and electric, the bathroom door, the door leading to the closet and another door which Crimson obviously has not opened yet because she knew nothing about what was behind the door. The main decor was in black and gold including the large bed that looked like a football pitch, the sheets, the plain yet sophisticated paintings, the tables, chairs, accessories and couches in the room all had the same colour, it was all uniformed. Although she felt hungry she didn't hesitate to walk towards the strange unopened door, obviously it was secured and electric too and she didn't know if her palm print was also include

Kirsten insisted. “Kirsten, please understand that we’re already out of options,” Cara interrupted. His friends do what Van said and they march into the nearest door with their heads bowed low (the protesting Kirsten was forced by Alice to bow her head). And they made it. They are no longer in the room of doors. They are now facing a staircase that stretches high into the darkness above them. His friends are so impressed that they took turns giving Van high fives. “Actually the instructions are literally written on the door,” Van chuckled.

Scarlett pov The door to my prison ward swung open for the first time in weeks, and the sight of daylight filled me with a surge of joy. As I emerged from the grim cell, the warm sunlight enveloped my face, its golden rays rejuvenating my weary spirit. It felt as though the universe was welcoming me back to life. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and allowed the light to embrace me, igniting a flicker of hope deep within. The sound of rustling clothes and soft voices pulled me back to the present. I opened my eyes to see a group of women in worn uniforms, their expressions a blend of curiosity and caution. I recognized that look; it mirrored my own reflection from the past weeks.

“I’m still taking you to my apartment. You won’t get away this time, witch. This time, you have to pay for your sins.” Scarlet was silent the entire drive, and when we arrived at my penthouse, she followed me like a lost puppy. She kept looking and typing on her phone, and it kept on vibrating whenever she received a text. I didn’t want to bother myself with such trivial things, so I ignored it. I pressed the key code on my door. “Hey,” I called her attention. “Ladies first.” “Oh,” She slipped the phone into her pocket and stepped inside the door first but stopped when a flash of light illuminated the whole floor.

Elder Quinn's voice travelled from his spot outside to her ears. Scarlett pulled herself from the past, as she walked deeper into the house. She tried to remember the last place she'd seen the book in question, but the answer eluded her. Her feet led her to Elder Quinn's room, and she pulled the handle once. At that moment, a scream tore through the air. It sounded exactly like the Elder's. She pulled the door back shut, and made a run to the outdoors. There she saw a strange woman dressed in red, with cowries all over her hands and feet blocking the windpipe of the Elder without touching him.

suddenly the door was slammed open and then a red-headed man walked into scar's chambers with an envelope in his hand. " Did you get what I asked you?" Asked scar as he continued to sip from his glass of whiskey which was neatly placed in front of him. " Yes I did, " said the red-haired man as he handed over a brown envelope to scar. Scar, quickly opened it to see what was inside, but he was shocked when he saw a picture" You didn't tell me you were also checking out a beautiful girl from your human world" said scar as he continued to stare at the photo in from of him, for some reason, he found himself lost in the picture, he couldn't take his eyes of a young girl in that photo, but then th

Asked Scarlet. “She must be busy,” Said Peace and breathed in harshly, “Love, what have you done to yourself? How did you end up like this?” Asked Scarlet as she shouldered Peace, who was having a hard time standing up straight. “It happened while I was working,” “Come on in, I will call for the doctor,” Said Scarlet and pulled her inside the gate. “Go grab the luggage,” Scarlet said to the guard who stood by the gate. Isaac too followed them with a proud expression.

Going in, Scarlett realized that she thought of things in a simple ways. There were several torture weapons that she has never seen before, and every prison she passes through has each person bloody and half dead but not dead. "Wow" She muttered. "We can go back now if you want" Damien said but Scarlett shook her head and still followed behind him. They got to a place as a Solider opened the door for them letting them in. Walking into the place, Scarlett widened her eyes. "I suddenly remember what I've been forgetting for the past week. Hello Nelly" She waved her hand at Nelly who was at the same Cell with Scar.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”