The Scarlet Letter Full Text Novels & Stories

I breathed, trying to rile him up. It worked. His grip on my breast turned rough, as if he wanted me to swallow those defiant words. “Really? But I'm not planning to do that, Scarlett. You're going to give yourself to me. You're going to beg me to ruin you with tears in your eyes,” he spat before letting go of me. I breathed a sigh of relief as he got off the bed. Could this mean this nightmare was finally over? “That's never going to happen, Romano Sinclair. I'd rather die than see that day come,” I shot back.

"Ugh. Do they never clean in here? It smells like something died. Oh wait," I laughed, a bright, brittle sound "Something is dying. It's just taking its sweet time about it." June didn't move. I circled her slowly, my gown whispering against the filthy stone. I'd chosen this dress carefully, deep crimson silk, the color of fresh blood, with gold embroidery that caught the torchlight and threw it back in fragments. I wanted to look like everything she'd lost. I wanted to look like victory.

Please reply using an avocado. With Love and thanks… It was obvious from the manner in which the letter was written that Alexa did not want it to be known that the letter was from her in the event that it was found. Suspicions and accusations could be made despite the lack of certainty that it was from Alexa. Unless Alexa had been seen and recognized when Hester had met her. Nevertheless, if the message were found it would cause trouble. Hester tore it up and ate it piece by piece as she felt relief flood through her knowing that Alexa was safe and in Kyrshom. She was curious though. Her curiosity burned to know what had happened to Alexa. Where she had been all this time and why she had ret

The last thing Scarlett remembers as she’s being dragged away by the police, is her stepfather’s words. “Scarlett, your name is beautiful,” he had once said. “Just like the color, Scarlet. People say it’s the color of anger but the flip side of anger is passion. You’re passionate about your dreams and you hide unconditional love. You’re not rude, you’re just honest. Like the color, you’ll also spread love. So what if people say nasty things to you? I know you’ll achieve everything you want and never give up on your loved ones. Just have faith in yourself, okay?” Have faith. As the weeks go by, Scarlett remains silent. She doesn’t flinch nor beg. Her judgment is swift and she’s sentenced to t

There’d be a lot of questioning—and she didn’t have any answers. Scarlet finally reached the end of what felt like the longest hall in the school, came to the last door, and grabbed the knob. She braced herself and took a deep breath, clutching her books in one hand, and opened it. “The algorithm for a triangle that does not exceed—”

Her mind was in a trance. She didn't know when she stood in front of him. She didn't know what the priest was saying either. She was just staring at the man standing in front of her, blankly. “ Do you Silas Alexander, take Sara Lexington, as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part? ” Sara's breath hitched, as her eyes once again pleaded Silas to back off.

Scarlett grinned as she took her arm from Dominic. “All your mistakes can no longer be fixed because they are all marked in my heart that you cheated on me,” Scarlett stated. She exhaled. “We cannot fix what is long gone; I hoped you had considered that before you cheated on me with my sister,” she said as she turned her back on Dominic, but she remembered something and looked at her again.

I had to text him because he would worry if I didn’t, and I didn’t want that. Scarlett: I am so sorry, Caleb. My rushing off had nothing to do with you. I promise. I have not enjoyed being with someone in a long time the way I was with you tonight. I find it hard to trust people, let them in. I think the way that kiss made me feel, how good it felt to be in your arms, freaked me on, and that is why I ran off. I hope that you can forgive me X I would not blame him if he never replied to me after that way, I acted. I decided the best place for me right now was my bed. I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. I will deal with all of this tomorrow.

I tried to cover myself, hiding away from his gaze, but he grabbed my wrist, his eyes taking in the sin I had committed. Hickeys, bruises, love bites. Scars that told stories that shouldn’t be heard. He leaned down, his nose running through my skin, sucking in the lingering scent that adorned my body. Alessandro’s musk scent and the floral smell of tova. He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers of dread down my spine. For a minute it felt like I was the little girl, the one who hid in the cupboard as she watched her family get slaughtered before her.

Hard pass. As I towel off, something catches my eye in the mirror, and my heart drops into my stomach. My back. I freeze, the air turning thick and heavy, like I’m suddenly trying to breathe underwater. My hands shake as I stare at what used to be my back, its now a ruined mess of angry red ridges and thick, ropey scars crisscrossing like a roadmap to hell.