Prison Door Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

She made eye contact with one of the men indicating that they should hurry up. The cook saw this and begged again, “please---don’t do this to me! I have a daughter at home- “ Plop. The cook’s unconscious body fell to the floor. Margaret’s cold eyes looked at it and ordered the men. “Bind her and put her in the basement. She shall wait for the sir’s return.” // On hiatus till august!

Everyone that got marked will be forced to strip naked, gassed down, and burned. Edith was shoulder to shoulder with the prisoners running opposite her direction in complete panic, not knowing what to do facing their destiny under the hands of Nazis She couldn't seem to find the face she was looking for, suddenly she remembered the portrait. "Maybe Budo was hiding from all of the chaos on the camp in the river banks. That sneaky child." She said to her self letting out a smirk. She wanted to search for the boy in incognito, it would be too suspicious of soldiers and Aldous sees her picking this specific boy.

Soon, the towering iron gate creaked open, and Scarlett, escorted by a prison officer, slowly walked out. Perhaps due to the lack of sunlight in prison, her skin was unnaturally pale. "Scarlett." Serena waved, her eyes shining with warmth. Scarlett, her best friend, had finally reached this long-awaited day. Scarlett looked up, exchanged a few words with the officer, and then descended the steps, moving slowly. The warm sunlight bathed her, and Serena felt like she could see the veins beneath her skin. The two friends embraced, smiles on their faces, reminiscent of their college days.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked twice—lightly but deliberately. “Go away!” Scarlet’s voice snapped from inside. But Hanks didn’t move. “I have something that can help you get rid of your enemy,” she called through the door. For a moment, there was silence. Then, the lock turned with a sharp click. The door flew open, and Scarlet appeared—her eyes bloodshot from rage and sleeplessness, her expression sharp enough to cut glass. “You better have something meaningful to say,” she hissed. “Or I’ll throw you out myself.”

She couldn't fail Gabriel, not when he needed her most. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Scarlett found herself standing before a towering door. Carved with ancient symbols and radiating an aura of malevolence, it was clear this was the final test. Scarlett took a deep breath, steadying herself for what lay beyond. As Scarlett pushed open the door, a blinding light engulfed her, momentarily blurring her vision. When her sight cleared, she found herself in a vast chamber, filled with the ancient enemy's minions. Their cold gazes locked onto her, eager to keep her from rescuing Gabriel.

"Excuse me, Mom, I need to use the restroom," Her mother-in-law beamed at her. "Be back soon, we'll be leaving for the auction hall soon. Meet us there if you can't find us here," Scarlet nodded and smiled at the people before leaving, disappearing around the hall as she asked the servers for the restroom, Scarlet sighed relief as she found it, after walking further and further away from the main hall. She pushed the doors and made her way inside, finding it empty. She went over to the toilet and did her business before stepping out but halted for a second as she found a man pinning a feminine male figure in a serving outfit on the wall while kissing down his neck.

He opened the door afterwards. "What took you so long to open the door?" Scarlet frowned. She stood at the door with her hands falling to her side while she hung her mini classic flap shoulder bag on her shoulder. She didn't make a move forward immediately. She stood on the same spot and her eyes surveyed Ethan's office. Then, she walked in afterwards.

But opposites attract, so despite her stupidity, I am deeply attracted to her. Scarlet is not an idiot. She just doesn’t have an interest in studying, but in this world, being intelligent does not equate to being street-smart. Intelligence Quotient and Emotional Intelligence are two different measures. The fact she ran into poor company while attempting to discover the reason behind the death of her friend did not mean she was stupid. She just didn’t realise the true face behind the mask, trusting others too easily. Even after becoming a pawn and a tool for men to relieve their desires, she still continued to allow others in her life, even if it was just for a night.

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

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.”