Scarlet Letter Chapter 11 Novels & Stories

The people continued to cheer him, chanting his name from every corner of the field. Scarlett settled down, closing her eyes. By the time she opened them again, they were staring intently at Caliban's legs. They were studying his movements, and registering every move they made. Even when Caliban charged at her again, Scarlett stood still, her eyes still on his feet. Before the young man could raise his sword on her, Scarlett swayed her sword to the left side, and it caught Caliban right in his ribcage, sending him crashing to the ground with a heavy loud thud.

Scarlet couldn't move her eyes from the book, the book seemed to have sorcery power, inciting her to get it. It should be okay to see, isn't that so? Because this book is somewhat special, scarlet hesitated for some time. After she struggled, she chomped her lip and got the book. She was going to open it. "what's going on with you?" As soon as scarlet opened the first page, she was startled by the sound from the entryway. "what!" She screamed and the book in her grasp tumbled to the ground. Jared's eyes followed the falling book, and he suddenly became nervous, his face hardened.

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️) Chapter eleven (11) Authoress pov 🤍 Jasper already pass out and his friends already rush to him and sprinkling water on him, while Natasha was shouting, going up and down.

Scarlet nodded, the hands melted away, and she stood back as October and Harlow took their revenge. Scarlet smiled down at Coraline when they were done. "Honestly. Selina, Mariah, Rose, Coraline, or whatever you call yourself. I don't know how you did it. Pretending to be so many people, but killing you will feel so fucking good. Especially after how you betrayed all of us, who truly cared for you." Scarlet laughed, her true side showing. Her purple eyes burned away as purple flames took their place. Her hair was now completely on fire and a scythe appeared in her hand.

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

The second letter, written months later, was colder. The third was bitter. By the fourth, the words had turned to venom. You stole what was mine. You turned them against me. You think the world will forget, but I won’t. Scarlett’s hand trembled. She didn’t stop reading. By the sixth letter, Dana accused her mother of theft, betrayal, and even hinted at having “paid the price for someone else’s sins.” The language was erratic, fragmented—the rambling of a woman unraveling. Scarlett pressed a hand to her mouth, reading quietly. “She really hated my mother.”

“I’m asking you to check if there’s smoke.” Matteo nodded slowly, jaw tight. Then he looked at the rose again. The curve of it. The silence it came wrapped in. “This changes things,” he murmured. I didn’t ask what he meant. Because deep down, I already knew. Something in the house we’d been hiding in was rotting. And someone inside it had red-stained hands. End of Chapter 11

Elias had emerged as the youngest general the army had ever had, a symbol of strength and leadership in these uncertain times. Scarlet, on the other hand, had been brought to trial. She had poisoned the food of Alistair’s men that day. It had been the turning point, the day everything had started to unravel. She had accepted her final punishment with an eerie calmness, as though it was all part of the plan. Elias had visited Emerson several times. He would stand at the door, hesitant, as if unsure whether to come in. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me.

She couldn’t help it: as she read the lines, she found herself looking back at Sage, reading them to him. “That’s not the line you’re supposed to read!” Spencer corrected loudly. “You’re reading the wrong line!” Scarlet looked over at him, her face turning red. What a pest. He was beyond annoying, and ruining her moment. “My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss,” Sage read. Again, as he read it, he stared right at Scarlet. This time, Maria looked up, and saw. She realized that Sage was not looking at her, but at Scarlet. And as she did, her face turned red with anger.

No one would keep watch over Scarlet if they did. “What now? Will standing there do any help?” quipped Charmine as she walked up the stairs. The two had no choice but to follow her. The three of them arrived on the eleventh floor, two floors away from where Scarlet was. Eric and Rio frowned again. Why were they on the eleventh floor? How could this save Scarlet at all?