Prison Door Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

The last thing Scarlett remembers as she’s being dragged away by the police, is her stepfather’s words. “Scarlett, your name is beautiful,” he had once said. “Just like the color, Scarlet. People say it’s the color of anger but the flip side of anger is passion. You’re passionate about your dreams and you hide unconditional love. You’re not rude, you’re just honest. Like the color, you’ll also spread love. So what if people say nasty things to you? I know you’ll achieve everything you want and never give up on your loved ones. Just have faith in yourself, okay?” Have faith. As the weeks go by, Scarlett remains silent. She doesn’t flinch nor beg. Her judgment is swift and she’s sentenced to t

————————— Scarlet stood before the mirror, gazing at her own reflection. All she could see is a misearable girl with a quest for blood In her hands; revenge. Her head was stitch. She was wearing the same flat gown she was wearing when she left Dennis mansion. She's already set to go back to the Dennis Massion. Just as she turned to leave, her door opened and Queen walked in. "Scarlet" she ran to hug scarlet but scarlet was too numb to hug her back.

She waited for him to confront her. And she didn't have to wait long. A loud crash came from the door as it flew off its hinges and land on the floor with a thud. The prisoner, Scar, stood in the doorway, holding a crowbar in his hand. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and tan skin. He wore a black leather jacket, jeans and boots. He looked handsome and expensive, but also dangerous and menacing. From his rolled sleeves, Lena saw his scars all over his arms, some old and some fresh. He had tattoos on his arms, shoulders and neck, some symbols and some words. He had piercing magenta eyes that seemed to glow in the dark.

She gasped and turned back to the door, trying to unlock it as fast as she could, but even the door seemed to be against her. “I said stop! Who sent you to me?” the man asked, sounding pissed and impatient. Scarlett halted, as she felt the man's aura was not one to be trifled with. His voice holds much authority and danger. “Please sir, this is all a misunderstanding, I have no idea someone's in this room, I was being chased by some people and this room happens to be open, I'm sorry about the interruption, I'd just leave now.” She turned to continue pulling the unyielding door.

As the doors to the emergency room swung shut, Marco stood still. His heart thundered in his chest. That birthmark. That impossible mark. Could he be…? --- Scarlet sat slumped in the corner of the same dungeon, her wrists now tied to a pipe, her eyes puffy from crying. A single guard stood at the entrance of the room, scrolling through his phone, half-watching her. Scarlet’s pulse thudded in her ears. *He’s alive,* she repeated to herself. *He has to be. He has to be…*

“The things I do for you, woman. Seriously, if this turns into some horror movie scene, I’m not running. I’ll just fall and die then hunt you forever.” Scarlet rolled her eyes, but a nervous laugh escaped her. “Noted. Just try not to scream too loud.” The two continued down the creaky hallway, their footsteps light as if afraid any mistake would alert an enemy. Scarlet’s heart thumped in her chest as they approached the door marked with a faint, almost fading “6B.” “This is it,” Scarlet whispered, her fingers trembling as she raised them to knock. The door opened almost immediately, and both women jumped back in surprise.

Maxwell’s POV Scarlett stepped back from the door, her eyes darting to mine with a mixture of curiosity and unease. I offered her a gentle smile, hoping to ease her nerves. Clay and I entered, glancing around the small, modest room. It was simple, far from the opulence she must have known in the South, but she seemed to find peace here. Her expression was calm, as if grateful for the small space and its quietude. She didn’t need luxury; she needed a haven.

John is a lucky man; you look incredibly sexy. I closed the door, noticing she had parked in front of the neighbor's house as requested. I showed her to the office and pointed to the spot where I thought it would work best for her to set up and left the room. I moved quickly down the hall to our bedroom, put on my red 5" stiletto the heels, and gathered the other items I would need when John finally walked in the door from the garage. Just as I was moving past the door to the garage, it opened. I stood breathlessly, waiting for John's response to the note on the door and me.

He twisted the door knob but it was locked. Scarlet continues to scrub her body till it turns red. She hated her skin for it caused seduction to a beast who needed to wrought in hell. She brushed and re-brushed where he ran his lips and kissed her till her skin began to burn. Just before he was going to break the door, Scarlet finally came out with red marks all over her body much to the surprise of Ace.

I’m sure I have seen the vehicle before lingering near my work, but I can’t be sure as black cars with tinted windows are standard around here. I arrived at Scarlett’s and took a few breaths before knocking. The front door opened, and the beautiful red-headed Scarlett was just looking out at me, walking towards the door. She smiled at me, then I saw the colour drain from her face, so I turned to look behind me, and there was the black car that was driving up my arse earlier. As I looked at it, it sped away. Why was it here, and why did Scarlett look miffed when she saw it? “Hi,” I said, trying to get her attention, “You alright?” I smiled.