The Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

Just last week she was trying to mend their broken relationship but now? Before I knew it Skylar grabbed a hold on my colar kissing me hard. I pushed her away angrily looking at Aaron who just stood there as if not noticing what just happened. She looked over at Scarlet and I following her gaze. Scarlet looked even more angrier than she was. This is bad.... ____________________________ Meery Christmas my lovely readers. Hope you are enjoying your day!!! What do you think about this chapter and Scarlet's possessiveness?? Please pretty please leave a comment and tell me what you think about this chapter lots of love Faith ♡♡♡

"I'll take you." The curtain went up to wild applause—then chaos. Spotlights hit, and everyone saw the knife. Gasps. Screams. People scrambled to leave. "Nobody moves!" Glenna barked. "Doors are locked. You run, you die." She yanked Rhea forward, pressing the blade deeper. Blood seeped down the gown, and Rhea's head started to spin. "Say it," Glenna hissed. "Tell them who you really are. Tell them what you did to me!"

"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.

The wedding was held in a hidden, cold church on the outskirts of Chicago. There were no flowers, no guests, not even a hymn. The air was thick with the smell of old mildew and a chilling silence. I was wearing a cheap, second-hand dress Genevieve had picked out. The hem was yellowed and the waist was loose and ill-fitting—just another one of her ways to humiliate me. I was used to it. Standing in the middle of the church, I felt less like a bride and more like a prisoner on her way to the gallows.

Annik walked to the Alpha mansion with Scott tagging along. Everyone he passed had fear written on their faces, he strode ahead to Scarlet in the bedroom. She paced from one end to the other. He pushed the door open, fisting her hair while kissing her aggressively. “I am sorry about earlier. You stirred something in me,” he mumbled against her mouth. Scarlet was tempted to push him away, irritated by such a dirty and prideful apology. Her courage failed her. Like a withering leaf, she stood and listened to him.

CHAPTER 90 Scarlet Letter Scarlet Letter - A visible symbol of something you have done wrong and regretted, or a stigma of a past mistake you made that follows you 90 Dear Savannah, Hello my beautiful! I was honestly excited on writing you my second letter and for some reason I think you loved my first one. Don't deny it, I know you did ;) It's been a month and I miss talking to you. Well, you didn't respond to my first letter so basically I'm the one doing the talking.

“Stacey, we need to go.” “Are you kidding?” she whispered, clutching my arm. “I need a moment to process what just happened. He was even hotter than I imagined, and that woman with him? Who is she, Tarini? And why do you get all the luck? First, you’re on a date with Mr Dr Good-on-Paper Aryan, and then Professor Valerian himself swoops in to save you?” Well her madness is the result of the woman with Valerian. “It’s not luck,” I muttered, trying to brush off her questions. “And he’s just…our professor. I need that recommendation, Stacey. This isn’t a romantic comedy.”

His eyes widened in shock. “Don't.” I said coldly. “Touch. Me.” He dropped my wrist like I'd burned him. I walked away without looking back, my heels clicking against marble with perfect rhythm. Behind me, I heard one of them curse. The banquet hall stole my breath, but I didn't let it show. Crystal chandeliers cast rainbow light across polished floors, and conversations hummed in a dozen languages. This was my world now. “Well, well. What do we have here?”

“I just don’t like people touching what’s mine.” Dex’s eyes flashed with triumph. He leaned across the table until their lips were barely a breath away. “Then maybe you should mark what’s yours more clearly,” he whispered. “Because right now.… I’m tempted to bend you over this table and remind you exactly who you belong to.” Elian’s breath hitched. His bandaged fingers curled into fists on the table as memories of the previous day flooded his head like a hurricane, almost destroying the little sanity he had left. He glared at the culprit who was the reason for the thoughts roaming in his head.