Prison Door Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

With ridiculous behavior like this, we'd be sitting ducks. The doorframe shook, given the vehemence I used bolting into the store. "Where is Scarlet Scott?" The man behind the desk gave me a nasty look before pointing to the small hallway. "She's just about finished, if you want to wait." "I don't want to wait." I had to make certain she was still alive. No one else was going to die on my watch. I walked into two other rooms before finding her and when I did, I could almost taste blood. "We need to go." I gazed down at the ink I'd selected and halfway designed to demonstrate my desire to own this woman. Now, she was marked. My mark. I was shocked how much the small tattoo affected me, the be

The steel door shuddered on its hinges. Scarlett’s head snapped toward it. Another impact. Harder. Concrete dust rained from the ceiling. Piper’s heart slammed against her ribs. The wolfbane still caged her wolf, she could feel the barrier but instinct roared anyway. A third hit. Metal screamed. Scarlett’s composure fractured for the first time. “That’s not possible,” she muttered. The fourth strike split the locking mechanism clean through. The door buckled inward. Light from the hallway sliced into the darkness, And with a final, brutal blow, the door burst open.

It shaked, then crashed to the floor. The study door flew open. “Well, well.” Dante came out first, his dark eyes gleaming. “Little pig's been eavesdropping.” Marcus appeared beside him, that cruel smile already forming. “How much did you hear, sister dear?” “Don't call her that.” Ash stepped into the hallway, his gray eyes flat. “She's not our sister. Never was.” I trembled at his words and clutched Pip tighter, his fur wet from my sudden tears.

She points at the main door, making me look at her with confusion sprawled over my face. I timidly walk toward the main door, not knowing what to expect. I feel the air knocked out of my chest as soon as I stand in front of the door. 'SLUT' in bold red letters is painted across the main door of the house. It didn't take a genius to know who was behind all of this. Victor Lawford is a persistent bastard and by the looks of it, he is not giving up anytime soon. He is hell-bent on proving a point and he is willing to go to any extent to do so. I hurriedly rush back to Scarlett. She is just standing there, her teary eyes repeatedly running over the words written on the paper in her hands.

Without even realizing it, I touched the ruby brooch at my collar. It was a present from Edwin. However, the most important thing about it was the tiny camera Edwin had put in there himself. I watched Shirley, lost in her daydreams, with a cool look, and a small smile crept onto my face. She couldn't possibly think I was still the same silly girl she bullied and lied about on Christmas Eve, unprepared for her tricks, could she? After laughing to her heart's content, Shirley opened an app, started a livestream, and tearfully claimed I had lost my mind and was out to get her.

Chapter 2 Scarlet’s POV The next few days I couldn’t stay away. Every afternoon I found myself walking back into that same church, telling myself it was just for guidance like any normal person would. My pussy still throbbed every time I remembered Father Lucian’s voice through that screen, the way it got rough when I pushed him. I wore a shorter sundress this time, thin straps and nothing underneath again, the fabric rubbing against my nipples as I moved. I knocked softly on the rectory door instead of going straight to the booth. He opened it after a minute, those dark eyes landing on me with that same steady look. “Scarlet. Back so soon.”

Scarlett’s POV The brass key felt heavier every time I touched it. Its teeth were carved with a symbol of a coiled serpent biting its tail. The same mark that had appeared in the margins of my father’s journal. Damien watched me from the driver’s seat as rain slid down the windshield. The storm outside was the kind that turned cities into ghosts, streetlights blurred, windows shuddered. I traced the serpent mark with my thumb. “This isn’t just a key,” I said quietly. “It’s a message.”

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

*** Aurora I found myself in a drowsy state, one that seemed like a dream but held the gravity of reality. Someone was manipulating my leg, firmly restraining it, and I felt the sensation of cuffs closing around my legs. My left hand was elevated and secured, and as I fought against it, the hopelessness of my efforts became clear. Opening my eyes, I was met with the sight of Scarlet, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to the dim surroundings. Her gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine.

There is only one thing you need to do. Come alone, or else I'll shoot her pretty face and make you watch. Midnight sharp. You know where. Your beloved brother, Damon. Taped to the bottom was a lock of her bright red hair as proof that Scar was Stanley's captive. Damon was shaking by the time he finished the letter. The edges had crumpled and torn beneath his furious grip, and now that he was finished reading, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the fire. He let out a massive roar, clawing at the sheets and mattress in rage and mattress in rage and terror.