Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

Scarlet roamed the narrow streets of Jerusalem with Ruth, feeling unlike she ever had. She felt as if something inside her had been unleashed, something she didn’t understand, and couldn’t contain. She felt more animal than human. She was roving, looking for her next kill, and she didn’t even trust herself.

It should have been as simple as that, but she had lowered her cleavage, had applied perfume, and tied her hair up in a ponytail knot, and that all happened in the five minutes that Scarlet had gotten up from the table. Scarlet deliberately attempted to fall on the Alpha, but just as karma was staring at her, the Alpha sensitively dodged, making Scarlet shamefully fall to the ground like she had been tripped. And her coffee, that shit spilled over her perfect clothing. So much for trying to be seductive. As she fell face down to the floor, Scarlet cursed the Alpha for not saving her. However, she couldn't spell it out loud, because that would just mean more trouble for her. She had lost face

Somehow she felt threatened by this woman. The woman laughed silently and extended her hand, “Once again, I am sorry. My name is Scarlet Roman. You can just call me Scarlet.” Scarlet paused as though she thought Arabella would know who she was. Arabella was starting to get extra annoyed waiting for Scarlet Roman to get to the point. Arabella had business with Lucian at the cave and this woman was holding up her happiness. Scarlet gave a little embarrassed laugh, but Arabella could see by the look in her eyes that this woman was far from embarrassed.

What kind of man could inhumanely censure such innumerable young lady away? While scarlet was intrigued, her heart ended up being progressively restless. She looked at the arrangement draft in her grip and kept breathing significantly to support herself. Exactly when it was her turne, Sarclet headed inside. There was a roar from inside, which shocked her. "Get out! What are these things? Can this be called a design draft?" Scarlet swallowed hard. wouldn't it be so scary? "Next!" Scarlet took a full breath, pushed the doorway and walked in.

Can you imagine if something had happened to you? Scarlett looked at Alex and lowered her gaze in shame. —I’m sorry, Alex. You were right. I shouldn’t have gone into the forest alone… it was reckless. Alex sighed, trying to calm the mix of anger and worry still inside him. —That book, Scarlett… —he said, pointing at the object she was clutching tightly—. You have to get rid of it. You should burn it. She looked up, shocked, and hugged the book even tighter. —Never. This book belonged to my mother… it’s all I have left of her.

But her brain didn't remind her that the target of this world was also an alpha. She really wanted to cry and scream that she regretted seducing the man... [DING! AFFECTION POINT +10] Scarlet was startled. Another 10? What was that? Cheese? Chinchin Why was it so cheap? But... she no longer regretted seducing the alpha. If possible, she would love to go a few rounds more and see if the affection point would directly fill up. Unfortunately, her waist was no longer hers~ A smile appeared on Scarlet's face as she pressed deeper into the alpha's embrace and closed her eyes to sleep.

Liora folded her arms, beaming like she already won the war. “You see, Scar-rat,” she sneered, “some people are born superior. Some people are born trash.” Mira softly asked Scarlet with watery eyes, “Why, Scarlet? You were rushing that you didn’t even have the time to write your name?” Her voice trembled like she already knew the answer would shatter her. Scarlet only laughed, a dark, humorless sound that didn’t match the panic brewing behind her eyes. “Of course I wrote my fucking name, Mira. I’m not that careless.” Her jaw clenched, her wolf snarling beneath her skin, irritated, pacing.

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

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.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony