Summary Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

Scarlet looked at her feet in shame. “I know I deserve every punishment you want to give me. And I'm in no position to ask you to let me go without it. But even then, with the little hope I have in my heart knowing the goodness within you and your mate, I just wish to be forgiven for my sins. And I'll walk away from your lives. Forever. I'll never come back. I promise.” “Why? Why now?” I gulped looking at Scarlet, trying hard to maintain my emotions. She knew I was asking about why she decided to come clear about everything now. Betrayal, regret, anger— everything hit me like a thunderstorm.

Elias had emerged as the youngest general the army had ever had, a symbol of strength and leadership in these uncertain times. Scarlet, on the other hand, had been brought to trial. She had poisoned the food of Alistair’s men that day. It had been the turning point, the day everything had started to unravel. She had accepted her final punishment with an eerie calmness, as though it was all part of the plan. Elias had visited Emerson several times. He would stand at the door, hesitant, as if unsure whether to come in. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me.

“ But Harvey never wanted a child with her but he got two babies with another women , did he hate her that much , so he never loved her enough to make her the mother of his kids “ The thought of it alone gave her anxiety , she felt extremely pained . When Scarlet felt a hand touch her, it brought her out of her thoughts and it was no other than Kira. “Young mistress , we are here, you have to be strong, “ she reminded her. Scarlet didn’t reply but just looked at the place ahead of her , it was a church and on the entrance was boldly written “ the Pentecostal church of Christ “

She then ended the letter by telling Scarlet that no matter how hard she tried, she could never live her life like a normal person, so she should stop trying so hard and embrace the bitterness in her. As Scarlet finished reading the letter, a sense of dread gnawing at her, her gaze drifted to the envelope in her hand. Frowning, she carefully extracted the remaining contents, releasing a pen and a small, transparent case holding an SD card onto the table. Confusion clouded her features as she stared at the unfamiliar objects, her mind racing to understand the significance of Isabella’s parting gifts.

Scarlet waited for the young girl to acknowledge her hand while remaining silent. The young child finally managed to mindfully grasp Scarlet's hand after a lengthy delay. Scarlet gently held her hand as she assisted her to her feet after observing this. She recalled to examine the young child once more for any wounds. They actually drew closer to one another as a result of her activity. The young girl felt soft and delicate. Even her scent was very pleasant. Scarlet couldn't help but recall her third child, a stillbirth due to an umbilical cord issue, which she couldn't help but remember.

“Thank you, Amanda, “ Scarlet took the envelope and stood before excusing herself so she could start her first day. Scarlet was so nervous as she looked around. She was an orphan who never went to any school or college. All her designs were self-taught and she was afraid of making a mistake knowing Easton would eat her alive. Or maybe he was waiting for her to make a mistake. The thoughts spun in her mind as she walked into the elevator. Her brown curls were tied into a loose bun and her white suit fitted her perfectly. It wasn’t too tight nor too loose. It held her in the right places and she completed the look with nude makeup. Scarlet was a beautiful brown-skinned woman, but she didn’t kn

"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.

Scarlet was. “I don’t believe you.” Was all Arabella said. “I have proof.” Scarlet rummaged around her huge purse until she came up with a bundle of papers. Stretching out her hand, Scarlet offered the top paper to Arabella. Reluctantly, Arabella took the paper from Scarlet’s well manicured hand. She looked down at the document and felt her whole life implode. It was a marriage certificate with both names typed neatly with both signatures at the bottom. Arabella recognized Lucian’s signature even though it seemed a little shaky. She almost crushed the document in her hand. Arabella handed it back to Scarlet before she inadvertently destroyed it.

*Scarlette Helle*-, the most passionate, courageous, strong, and power person, he had ever come across. At first it was perceived that the beautiful woman named after a shade of red was a human hosting a Supreme being, but no. After the mother of life left Scar’s body there was still this power radiating off her this made the enter group very curious to know what exactly she was and so another adventure of investigations begin.

He questions, making his way toward me. "I have hands Orlan. And God has blessed me with two good hands. I don't think I'll ask for more." I declare while teasing him. I'm aware of what he means by requesting if I need a hand, but I decided that teasing him a little bit would be very nice. "Scarlett!" He called out my name. "Yeah, I'm aware that it means 'Red' and that Scarlett symbolizes courage, passion, force, joy, and heat." I declare while giving him the full explanation of my name.