The Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

The girl repeated the words, “I have an important assignment. I forgot it. I am here to fetch it.” “Alright, take your time. I will be keeping some of the Shrimps for you. You can have them if you wish to.” Jessica said and joined her husband who just nodded and gestured her to continue with the meals. But he knew something was off with the girl. Scarlet took slow steps and entered the room. She started looking for the book. Her eyes turned dark. Black. Round pupils, pitch dark. Soon, she turned in the other direction and opened her cupboard where she used to keep all her notes. There was present a book; an old one, with a strange cover and a dagger, tucked over with some different golden pa

Scarlet lowered herself gracefully into the seat opposite him, her eyes shimmering with practiced sorrow. “You look troubled,” Gennado said, frowning. Scarlet lowered her gaze, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. “Godfather… Bruno has been neglecting me. He even threw me out of his room. I… I feel so unwanted.” Gennado’s hand tightened around his cane. “How dare he make you suffer? You are to be my daughter-in-law. I will speak to him. He will regret treating you so poorly.” Scarlet’s lips curved faintly. She leaned closer, her voice low and trembling with false vulnerability. “I only want to love him, Godfather. I want to give you a grandson. All I ask is for Bruno to finally name a da

“On the strike of the eight-scarlet festival to the reigning of the 8th in the third age of the scarlet moon you will meet the person that the heavens fated for you of long ago, but fate made you forget for fifteen years.” To the wind that blows and to the heavens that somehow howls a cry from above. Her heart drops a terrible longing she never felt before, that can only end if that one soul comes back to the place where it all started. From the pain that the letter contains, and the only one that caused it. She grasps a sudden unbearable pain she couldn’t find why is torturing her. Worse when she finds a box with an old rustic-like appearance. Carved and painted with a crescent red moon, an

Jasper The scent of gardenias and Scarlet’s expensive perfume was making my head ache. I stood on the dais of the Great Hall, my hand resting on the small of Scarlet’s back. She looked perfect. Her gown was ivory lace, her hair was a masterpiece of coppery red curls, and the mark I’d carved into her neck just days ago was a proud, fresh shiny red scar. This was what I’d wanted. A respected, powerful, dignified woman. A mate who didn't smell of lightning and rain. Not the village freak, the daughter of a condemned and executed witch.

She could see that his wolf was near the surface, in conflict with what was going on. "Why did you do that?'' She asked. ''Because... you... I don't know,'' Horatio admitted before turning away and wiping his mouth. ''I should go. I told Miley that we could visit the town,'' Scarlet said before walking away. ** "This is nice, really nice, pleasant town, nice people, just simply nice,'' Miley said. Scarlet nodded, taking a bite out of her apple. "You sure do like apples,'' Miley smile. Scarlet nodded again. "I am the evil witch, after all, have to live up to the stereotype.''

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?

However, Alton hit her! Scarlet walked out, full of grievance and resentment. Scarlet was worried about Niffler’s pursuit, but she was more indignant about being played out by Alton. Scarlet vowed to take revenge. “Damn it, all men are no good!” Scarlet scowled and headed to Cod Residence in anger. It was not that far, so it did not take Scarlet too long to reach. Most of them knew that Scarlet was the mayor’s blue-eyed girl. Scarlet entered the house without a hitch and quickly found Jeff.

“I’ve been led to this place! I think you can help me!” The women didn’t say a word. Scarlet began to worry that she had made them up entirely. She dragged herself to her feet, battling against the swaying ground, and began to stumble toward the place the women had been, hands outstretched. She’d gotten no more than two paces when lightning struck again. The women were no longer there. Scarlet was plunged back into darkness. She span round, groping, trying to get hold of something, anything. “She seeks answers, dear sisters,” came a wizened voice from behind Scarlet.

Giving him a sharp look in reminder, she saw him visibly relax and allow her arm to touch him, and as they began the best performance to this unknowing crowd, she couldn’t help but think back to how this all got started… Scarlet was used to working hard. She had never known her birth parents, and had spent her entire childhood running around the city with her fellow orphans hunting for scraps and begging for spare change to survive. The orphanage matron had never truly cared for the children she was tasked with, instead spending the money adorning herself in precious gems and fancy clothes. Anyone who saw her would think she was an influential woman of higher status and not simply a woman wh

He did not want either Sophia or Scarlet to see the dirty picture of the mafia and how dangerous he and his son can be as leaders. “Why is my husband so romantic today? He is giving me everything that I ask for, like a wish fulfilling God.” Scarlet was over the moon. Little did she know he was not even near God. Carson is a devil. But whatever he was, the truth will never come out before Scarlet. She will see him always as a Moses who followed the path of righteousness. And the same legacy is carried on by Saul towards Sophia.