Scarlet Letter Plot の小説・ストーリー

I couldn't bear to look more pathetic than I already was. Scarlet heard the unspoken words of rejection from her mate as she watched him devour Beatrice.

Scarlett I can’t believe this is happening to me. Why was he there? How did he know where I was? I have so many questions running through my mind right now, but I need to concentrate and just get home. My heart was pounding so hard, and I could feel my chest tightening up because I was breathing so hard, nearly home, though. What is Caleb going to think? What am I going to tell him? I can’t believe I just ran away from him, but I just don’t know how to explain what is happening in my life when I don’t even know what is happening.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ + •*.』 ~SATURDAY, 3 DAYS LEFT... Scarlett woke up to a rather bright weekend morning. It has almost been a week in Pastonville. And after one whole night of emotions, discovering that Vampire genes ran in her DNA all along, and that her mother and uncle were once humans from the 15th century, Scarlett somewhat felt a sense of...relief. Oddly.

Scarlet greeted the moment Darius entered the room. Her gaze lifted to meet his, and a rush of emotion stirred in her chest. The absence had weighed heavily on her—those long, solitary nights locked away by her uncle, during which she feared she would never again stand before him. Now, she had returned, resolute in her decision to be by his side. If she had not left the pack in the first place, she might have been his wife instead of Ravena. It was a mistake she could not undo, but it was one she could rectify. If Ravena had done it, then surely she, too, could.

But not today. Not now. Not after seeing Amy. Not after seeing Scarlet. Scarlet loved Dante genuinely, openly, and fiercely. She wasn’t someone who demanded love. She offered it freely, expecting nothing but honesty in return. She had built a life from scratch, after being abandoned, betrayed, hurt. And now she had finally found safety in Dante, and Dante had found something just as rare like peace in her. They loved each other way too much, he could see that. There was a child now. Amy.

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.

Jack looks at me. “You…you are the reason.” He walks toward me, but as he does, he shifts. “RUN!” Frank yells. No. I am done running. This is my pack. Frank is my Alpha. Jack is dead. Jack’s wolf lunges for my throat. He is nearly to me when something crashes into his side. Scarlet throws him off balance as she snarls. Jack’s teeth dig into her shoulder. Blood sprays everywhere. She keeps fighting as wolves come to help Jack. She took one of the wolves down, but another bit into her side. “Scarlet!” She falls. Her breath is labored as blood coats the ground. The wolves turn to me. Frank roars, trying to break free. They claw at him, but he keeps fighting to get to me.

It appeared as though a strong current was coursing through my veins, tying the two of us together in ways that went beyond the physical. As I continued to give him my healing energy, time seemed to fly by. Not until I was convinced that all traces of his odd disease had been eliminated, I couldn't quit. Adolph began to tremble more violently, and I felt his suffering as if it were my own. I gritted my teeth and made up my mind to finish this. I withdrew my hand and opened my eyes, feeling exhausted and depleted. My vision became blurred, and I fainted. ********* Scarlett was carefully inspected by the pack's doctor, who used his skilled hands to evaluate her health. He turned to Adolph with

That just inflated my ego, and I wondered how many more I could get to do that before we leave back to Nightshade tomorrow. “Stand up,” I commanded each of the eight. They stood slowly, and they looked like their lives were ending. I was not actually going to cut off their dicks. They still had to go to trial. However, knowing Denver, he might just make that their punishment. Death by dick removal. Perhaps we could start a trend on how to punish rapists. “Do you eight know what the Scarlet Letter symbolizes?” I asked. They all nodded slowly and flinched when I stepped towards them. More ego inflation. My day was looking up.

————————— Scarlet stood before the mirror, gazing at her own reflection. All she could see is a misearable girl with a quest for blood In her hands; revenge. Her head was stitch. She was wearing the same flat gown she was wearing when she left Dennis mansion. She's already set to go back to the Dennis Massion. Just as she turned to leave, her door opened and Queen walked in. "Scarlet" she ran to hug scarlet but scarlet was too numb to hug her back.