Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

He questions, making his way toward me. "I have hands Orlan. And God has blessed me with two good hands. I don't think I'll ask for more." I declare while teasing him. I'm aware of what he means by requesting if I need a hand, but I decided that teasing him a little bit would be very nice. "Scarlett!" He called out my name. "Yeah, I'm aware that it means 'Red' and that Scarlett symbolizes courage, passion, force, joy, and heat." I declare while giving him the full explanation of my name.

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" - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself. .... The End .... Thank you so much for being with me on this beautiful journey. Your love, comments and votes on this book have meant the world to me. I wish you all nothing but happiness and success in life. Take care! Love you all. Your dear author, Suzan❤️

“On the strike of the eight-scarlet festival to the reigning of the 8th in the third age of the scarlet moon you will meet the person that the heavens fated for you of long ago, but fate made you forget for fifteen years.” To the wind that blows and to the heavens that somehow howls a cry from above. Her heart drops a terrible longing she never felt before, that can only end if that one soul comes back to the place where it all started. From the pain that the letter contains, and the only one that caused it. She grasps a sudden unbearable pain she couldn’t find why is torturing her. Worse when she finds a box with an old rustic-like appearance. Carved and painted with a crescent red moon, an

5 YEARS LATER. ALISHA'S NOVEL LAST PAGE : often life is a consequences of whose deeds, there is no life without suffering, there is no life without pain, there is no life without agony, If a person says he/she had a happy life, then it is not a life at all. Life should be a rollercoaster of Rainbow with multicolors, the blaze of Passion decides which color should be more Brighter in the rainbow. To love someone is to strive to accept the person exactly the way he/she is..!Alexander Hamilton, the love of my life, the inspiration, the respectable, the smart, the most handsome and yeah the so called Asshole in my life.

The little thing in front of him was attempting to seduce him but Radyn merely assumed that she was just happy to see him. She smoothed down bits of her red-coloured hair, trying to fix the waves, that would naturally fly out if it were not for the magic of hairspray, to make herself look more presentable. It would have been a lie to say that the late mornings did not do her justice as Scarlet looked more extravagant than ever. With her lacy, crimson nightgown hugging her comfortably and her ruby irises vibrant in the light, it made sense why she was called Scarlet. She had an alluring yet devilish charm to her that the Werewolf adored.

I said, my voice shaking. "Then tell me the truth," Clara pushed. "Is this really Scarlet's diary? Did she write this?" I pointed at the page. "'S.F.' stands for Scarlet Ford. She wrote it. She told me everything, and yes, she wanted me to keep it a secret. I tried to convince her to take responsibility for what she did. Scarlet was falling apart. She was having panic attacks."

JUNE Underneath my door was a letter in scarlet red. I circled it cautiously, grazing my hand over it. I looked once more down the hallway, but no one was there. Who must have dropped it? The question rang in my mind the moment I returned to my room, the lingering thought of Colt leaving me as I tucked my diary carefully back into its box. I dropped the scarlet letter on the bed, still contemplating whether it was safe to open or not. I changed into my nightwear, a cute matching outfit, brushing the full length of my fiery hair while glancing at where the letter sat, unmoving.

What spoiled such a beautiful night? I turned around and glanced at the book on the bed. Getting up, I picked it up and threw it inside my trashcan. It was its fault and also my fault for thinking I would ever be like scarlet. I can never be like her. Scarlet is not a nerd, she was the school bee and every boy in the school wanted her. Every girl wanted to be her and sadly, so did I. But too bad, I can never be her, I can never have her confidence. I can never be brave as her. I can never make men double take when I pass. I can never move people like she does and worst of all, I can never win the love of Aiden Grey.

She looked pleased with herself, as if seeing me vulnerable gave her the power she craved. “I’m not hiding,” I said quietly, refusing to look at her. “I just needed a moment.” Scarlet sauntered closer, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. “A moment? Or maybe you’re realizing that you’re out of your league here. And you winning isn’t really fair. Fame isn't for people like you, darling.” I finally turned to face her, my anger simmering just below the surface. “What do you want now, Scarlet?” Her grin widened as she reached into her clutch, pulling out a small bottle of what looked like… ink? I barely had time to register what it was before she flicked the bottle open with a malicious