Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

while wondering where it all went wrong. And let me tell you, heaven has a way of making sure that I never have a good test day. Like, it’s a personal vendetta at this point. The test itself? A joke. A cruel, twisted joke. The first question had me staring at the page like it was written in hieroglyphics. “Who was the main character in ‘The Scarlet Letter’?” Okay, easy. Or so I thought. I remember thinking, Come on, Alina. You read the book before. You even pretended to understand it when Mr. Wright started droning on about the symbolism of the letter ‘A’. You got this.

I understood that my role was to be there for her, to support her as she navigated her path toward healing and self-discovery. Scarlett, there is no need for you to apologize, I said gently, moving closer to her. You are safe now. You are home. I will be here for you, regardless of the circumstances. As I spoke, I reached out and took Scarlett's hand with care, aiming to provide her with comfort. Initially, she did not react, her hand resting limply in mine. However, after a moment, she began to grasp my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine as if seeking support.

But opposites attract, so despite her stupidity, I am deeply attracted to her. Scarlet is not an idiot. She just doesn’t have an interest in studying, but in this world, being intelligent does not equate to being street-smart. Intelligence Quotient and Emotional Intelligence are two different measures. The fact she ran into poor company while attempting to discover the reason behind the death of her friend did not mean she was stupid. She just didn’t realise the true face behind the mask, trusting others too easily. Even after becoming a pawn and a tool for men to relieve their desires, she still continued to allow others in her life, even if it was just for a night.

SCAR'S POV. Red. Then it's black. Who am I? Who am I? What am I? Kill. Kill her. No....stop it stop talking to me. Moonlight? Where are you? It's like loosing control. The darkness slowly evolving. No... stop. Stop it. Who are you Scarlet...? Control. Everything. Control. Scarlet is Scarlet. (Authors mid-note: it's kinda confusing I know. Bit that's the whole deal. To be confused ;) )

CHAPTER 90 Scarlet Letter Scarlet Letter - A visible symbol of something you have done wrong and regretted, or a stigma of a past mistake you made that follows you 90 Dear Savannah, Hello my beautiful! I was honestly excited on writing you my second letter and for some reason I think you loved my first one. Don't deny it, I know you did ;) It's been a month and I miss talking to you. Well, you didn't respond to my first letter so basically I'm the one doing the talking.

Everyone froze. Liam instinctively pulled Emma behind him. Victoria slowly removed... Another envelope. Old. Yellowed. Sealed with red wax. Emma's eyes widened. "The last letter..." Victoria smiled. "No." She held it higher. "This is the first letter." The room fell silent. "What?" Emma whispered. Victoria's smile became colder. "The letter you've all been chasing was only half the story." She looked directly at Emma. "Your mother wrote two letters." "You've spent months searching for the last one."

“She is an insolent girl. Go now, Scarlet. Do not shame me further.” But the Alpha raised a hand, stilling him. “No. Let her speak. Proceed, my lady.” Scarlet’s gaze shifted from her uncle to the Alpha. She inclined her head respectfully. “My lord, I beg you not to take offence at my words. We dwell on this side of the northern wing; we see the suffering with our own eyes. Each year, the villagers come forth, their hands outstretched for bread and grain. The lands you have acquired may appear vast and promising, but they are poor in yield. My uncle may hold his tongue, for it bolsters his standing as Lord of the North. Yet I fear it shall not profit the pack as you might hope.”

As her eyes scanned the first line of the letter, the words etched on the page seemed to leap out at her, sending a chill down her spine. “Scarlet, if you’re reading this letter, it means I’m no longer a part of this world because someone has had me silenced for good. I have been murdered, and the people behind my death are people you know very well…”

"Let her be miserable. She tried to destroy our lives and she failed. I hope every day in there is worse than the last." Last week Scarlet had received a letter that actually made her pause instead of immediately discarding it—a handwritten note from Savannah postmarked from a city three hours away where she'd apparently relocated after completing rehab.

“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