Scarlet Letter Plot Novels & Stories

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.

Another agreement came up, this time between Gore and Alistair, about the way he used to treat his bride. The argument was getting heated, so even Horatio got involved. So Scarlet snapped her fingers. She forced calm over them, but it will be temporary. She just wanted to plant the crystals, and after that, she didn't care what they do for the rest of the day. Scarlet turned away and walked out of the house, with the others following behind them. When they got to the top of the hill, where the single apple tree stood, Scarlet cast a spell that caused a single crystal to multiply.

The more confused Scarlet became, the more interested Bernie had, his eyes could not hide his excitement. “Ha, accept it. Your mother, Lucy has decided to sell you to our Miller family." She froze, eyes looking at Bernie in disbelief. “You said… She sold me?” "That's right, she also hugged all of Harris's property and ran away." Hearing this, Scarlet Harris was dumbfounded, her legs helpless collapsed on the floor, her eyes were like crazy. It was at that moment that Scarlet died, even living was like a corpse without a soul, becoming a laughing stock for the elite, a place for the Miller family to vent their anger.

Scarlett was startled by his sudden hug but soon after, she smiled, leaning her head in his chest. It was short moment of peace when an unanticipated loud shout sounded from behind. "I WILL KILL YOU! YOU RUINED MY FAMILY!"

Scarlett decided she would take things slowly, there must be something she would use to gradually expose Harriet's true nature, her scheming plans with some of the directors and shareholders aside. According to her foster mom, she needed to find something dark about Harriet that would lead to unraveling the crimes and murder she committed decades ago. Of course, Aimee Brooke had found out that amongst Harriet's subordinates from that time, none were alive. And that itself, was a great suspicion and Scarlett wasn't going to overlook it. Maybe she should look into Harriet's biological family? Who knows, she might be lucky to find something that would lead her to her mother's death, many years

Just like her. Scarlet’s heart was pounding in her throat as she thought of herself. She remembered the other day, with Blake, by the river. She had felt it. Was it real? Was this the reason? Had her mom known all along? Was that was she was not telling her? Scarlet turned the final page and saw a handwritten note, on a new piece of paper, taped to the back. It read: “Must stop Scarlet.” Her heart pounded as she read it. What did that mean? Stop Scarlet? Stop her from doing what?

Ha hadn’t even bothered to shave. I reached out and tried to touch him, but my hands went through and caught nothing. I tried again and the result was the same. My body was not in this world anymore, only my soul. My heart ached for him. Why was this happening to us? Why did the gods decide to change my fate so suddenly and let Greta’s plans succeed? I had been a good girl all my life and had never hurt anyone. Why then was this happening to me?

She cussed as she sipped the wine next. "You got what you needed already didn't you? The main purpose of doing that was to create a diversion so you can do what you came here for right?" The guy next to her asked. "Well yes but now Kevin and Steven are both trailing after the culprit, Crimson was supposed to get framed not victimized. Well atleast it'll buy me some time to round up. Are the men ready?" Silva asked. "They are already masked up and waiting at the location!" The man replied. "Good Scorpion, I'm tired come help me exercise a bit!"

His shirt was rumpled and damp; she unbuttoned it halfway and slipped it off, leaving him in his undershirt. She stood there for a long moment, staring down at him. “You’re not the monster I thought,” she said softly. “The real devil was her.” But then her jaw tightened. “Still, you let her win once. And I can’t forgive that… not yet.” She turned to leave, closing the door halfway—when a scream tore through the silence. Leo. Scarlet’s heart lurched. She ran down the hall, the sound of her bare feet slapping against the wooden floor as she reached his room.