Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel Hawthorne Novels & Stories

Giving him a sharp look in reminder, she saw him visibly relax and allow her arm to touch him, and as they began the best performance to this unknowing crowd, she couldn’t help but think back to how this all got started… Scarlet was used to working hard. She had never known her birth parents, and had spent her entire childhood running around the city with her fellow orphans hunting for scraps and begging for spare change to survive. The orphanage matron had never truly cared for the children she was tasked with, instead spending the money adorning herself in precious gems and fancy clothes. Anyone who saw her would think she was an influential woman of higher status and not simply a woman wh

Book 2: Ruthless Daddy Intro: She ran from one cage... straight into another. Scarlett Martinez had one rule on her wedding day: escape at all costs. She slapped her pompous groom, told the priest "no," and ran straight into what she thought was her getaway car. Wrong car. Wrong driver and wrong man entirely. Chapter 1: Wrong Car, Right Devil:

Scarlet leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly. She had learned her lesson two years ago. This time, she wouldn’t be so easy to break. The tides had shifted, the storm had turned, Scarlet watched as the bridges burned. Voices that once called her cold and cruel, Now whispered regrets—were they mere fools? Apologies rang, yet felt too late, Two years of pain, two years of fate. She’d lost her name, her light, her pride, Now the truth had forced the world to decide.

“Ma’am, have your breakfast. With time, you’ll feel better.” Scarlet exhaled, her chest rising and falling rapidly as anxiety crept up her spine. “I’m so scared of my life,” she confessed, her voice cracking slightly. “I mean, I’m trained in self-defense and all that... but everyone wants a piece of me. Like I’m some trophy cake to be claimed.” Yolanda fell silent, her hand pausing mid-air as she reached for a napkin. She watched Scarlet carefully, sensing there was more. Scarlet stared ahead, eyes unfocused. “Some time ago, I overheard a few of the men talking,” she said quietly, her fingers tightening around the fork. “They said I climbed too fast. That I didn’t belong. That I needed to be

“I know that I keep running away, and it’s really really stupid, but I just get really really scared, and sometimes it becomes overbearing for me, and I don’t know what to do, and when I know that I should step forward again the guilt just clouds my judgment, and I feel that it's better to stay hidden. I’m so so sorry, Samiya. You know that I don’t mean any harm. You’re going through pain too, and yet you are so strong, and I can’t even do a thing, and it is so so terrible. What I am saying is that… please forgive me. Please please forgive me and I want to help you help Ralph too… please forgive me.” My first instinct was to laugh. Scarlet and I infuriated each other in many ways but one thi

Though the discomfort remained, he tried hard to push it aside. “Does Lilly like him? If not, don’t force her to go.” “Lilly really likes Milton. We’ve gone out together before, and it was very enjoyable.” Mr. Hawthorne nodded slowly. “Good.” Natalie took his silence as consent for Lilly to go, and she chose not to say more. However, something else bothered her, so she decided to speak again, “Some women have come to me, asking about our relationship.” Since their marriage ended, Mr. Hawthorne had shown a hidden dark side. Women became pawns in the network he built. It was part of his personal vendetta against the world that had shunned him. Mr. Hawthorne thought the women who approached Nat

"You abandoned your people! You were willing to risk them all for your own freedom just minutes ago, weren't you? What's changed now?" Tears sprung to Scar's eyes, and she crumpled forward into a broken sob. He was right. She had been willing to let them all suffer because of her selfishness. Even though her conscience had tried to warn her of the misfortune that would befall the Scanthin pack if she abandoned them, she had done so anyway. She was horrible. Wretched. She deserved to the lugged away and made a prisoner. Scar glanced at her friend Hazel, who was still limp beneath the goblins. Her eyes bore into hers, silently begging her not to give in. To not let the goblins win.

Her eyes were fixed on Rebecca, sharp and narrow. ​"The letter," Scarlet cut in, her voice flat, testing the air. "The one that threatened Mr. Carson Hemswood. The one delivered without a sender. That was your hand?" ​Rebecca turned her tear-streaked face toward Scarlet, giving a single, slow nod. ​"I wrote it," Rebecca whispered. "I wanted the past to walk into his room at night. I wanted him to feel the breath of what he helped create, driven by a mother whose greed has no floor and no ceiling."

Scarlet was a distant past, and Athena was my present and future. The thought of a life with Scarlet seemed absurd, especially after dreaming of a future with Athena. Giving up on her was inconceivable. Even though Athena's words spoke of Nate, something felt off. The love I saw in her eyes, the promises we made – they clashed with the farewell in the letter. Her mention of overhearing Panton and Scarlet set off alarms. A puzzle needed solving. Athena had assured me she felt nothing for Nate, and in those moments, her eyes had spoken truth. Something wasn't adding up.

In the eyes of everyone, Scarlet is a whore who has lost her womb to so many abortions just like Sally claimed she had. If he attempts to save a woman like Scarlet just like Sally is painting her to be a slut; awful news will fly out tomorrow morning about him. Fuck, it was all too much for Scarlet to take in right now as she tried to run away, but her feet were glued to the spot. Shame. Humiliation. “Enough of your lies, young lady!” A voice so manly and strong boomed, and all eyes turned to the man who had just walked in. Nicolas.