Scarlet Letter Plot Novels & Stories

Her cold tone lingered in the room as she turned to leave, her back seemingly regal and proud. Scarlet had a frown on her face, yet there was a small glimmer in her eyes. Before Horizon Night? Prove her innocence? Horizon Night was only five days away, so how could Charmine prove her innocence in five days’ time? She went viral as ‘the third-wheeler’; the third-wheel who destroyed another family. She could not even forgive herself, so how could Charmine save her?

Fragile. My vision blurs with unshed tears. Lloyd. I should’ve known. He hadn’t changed—he couldn’t. He fed off our pain, mine especially. I had seen it, clear as day, in the way he provoked Cole. That was no accident. He wanted that reaction. He wanted to see me hurt. “Scarlet?" Beta Rowan’s voice breaks through my spiral as I slam into him around the hallway bend. He steadies me quickly, his hand catching my elbow and the other patting my head like I was a child again.

“It mattered then.” She took another step closer, her voice lowering. “You were ready to mark me,” she said. “Yes.” “That meant something to you.” “It did.” It had meant everything. Back then. Before she disappeared. Before the trust between them shattered. “And now?” she asked. Reed didn’t answer immediately. His wolf shifted restlessly inside him. Now there was Scarlett. Scarlett with her sharp tongue, stubborn pride, and haunted eyes. Scarlett who had walked away tonight without begging him to defend her.

he whispered between kisses and I giggled and melted into the kiss as people clapped and cheered all around us. I'd found my happiness and nothing was ever going to take it away. THE END ******* EPILOGUE MARGO POV Scarlet had no right to be happy and after weeks of planning, I was finally going to get my revenge, and this time nothing was going to get in my way. Today was her wedding, but instead of a happy occasion, her funeral was going to take place, without a body if I could help it.

"Drop the gun!" Scarlett's heart raced as she tried to think of a way out. She knew that one wrong move could result in serious injury or even death. She slowly raised her hands, making sure to keep eye contact with the man. "Who are you?" she asked, trying to buy herself some time. The man chuckled. "You don't recognize me, Scarlett? I'm hurt," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Scarlett's mind raced as she tried to make sense of the situation. She thought she had never seen this man before, but he clearly knew her. She realized that he might be one of her father's enemies - someone who wanted to take over the criminal empire that she was set to inherit.

Victor Delacroix had made a mistake thinking he could crush her. And I had every intention of using his mistake against him. “Do you need more time?” I asked, my voice, measured. I already knew the answer. Scarlett exhaled slowly, lifting her gaze to meet mine. There was no fear there anymore. Only determination. She took out a pen from her purse, pressed it to the paper, and with one stroke of ink, she sealed her fate. “Good choice,” I murmured, taking the contract from her and sliding it into my briefcase.

Scarlet scowled and went back to what she was doing, which was rewriting the Mafia and pack rules which were more than three hundred, Scarlet didn't even know they had rules till she was dragged into this immense room, filled with ancient patterns walls, and design, made her sit and rewrite these godforsaken rules his grandpa had set when he was the leader of the Mafia. She pouted, thinking back to what was supposed to happen. She pressed her knuckles against her chin while her other hand was writing on a plain sheet with ancient a feather and ink, Scarlet didn't know what happened to a pen which was much better and easier to use. So when she heard the word punishment, she was expecting some

Or was he genuinely changing his mind, and starting to have feelings for Vivian instead? Scarlet’s apprehension grew as the reality sank in of her cutting class, missing her last two classes of the day—and an important quiz—to be with this group. Had she made a mistake? Her entire reason for going was to be with Blake—and he hardly seemed to even care. He only looked back over his shoulder for her once or twice. With every step, Scarlet felt increasingly left out. But it was too late to turn back now: they were far from school, and had already entered a trail in the woods, which she was unfamiliar with. She followed them as they twisted and turned down the narrow path, feeling increasingly d

Scarlet, determined to bridge the gap of three years, began filling Ezra in on the events that unfolded in her absence. With each word, Scarlet painted a vivid picture of the family's journey in her absence. The news of their grandfather's demise struck Ezra's heart, the revelation of his last moments waiting for her leaving a heavy ache. Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented.

When she pulled on the chains, I cut Onyx's head off and she made sure he was sent to Hades and the fate for a trail. She did the same with all those who sided with him, knowing that they will get the trial they all deserved. Scarlet nodded at Erick and Ruko, then hurried back to Horatio's side to see that because of her rampage, he now had burn marks all over his arms. "Horatio," Scarlet fell beside him, trying to heal him once more. She sobbed, hugging herself. "It's not working." "You can't save everybody," April told her, with a sad look.