The Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

Book 2: Ruthless Daddy Intro: She ran from one cage... straight into another. Scarlett Martinez had one rule on her wedding day: escape at all costs. She slapped her pompous groom, told the priest "no," and ran straight into what she thought was her getaway car. Wrong car. Wrong driver and wrong man entirely. Chapter 1: Wrong Car, Right Devil:

Scarlet looks down at her hands, and I can tell that she is reliving some of the worst of Dorian’s behaviors. “Besides, I think that Theo and I could have something great. We have both experienced tragedy, love, misery, and pain. Those kinds of things change how a person views life, and love.” Scarlet looks over at Theo and there is a slight shimmer in her eyes. “I did not truly believe in second chance mates, and neither did Theo. Perhaps this was the Moon Goddess’s way of blessing me for finally coming to my senses.”

Scarlet replied, acting like she wanted to cover her nose. Cassandra, who has witnessed this, steps up. She couldn't believe what just happened. “Wait, wait. Why are you so mean to her?” Cassandra wonders. Scarlet crossed her arms, while smirking at Cassandra. “We are not mean to her. In fact, we are just stating the fact that this woman is a curse in our pack,” Scarlet mumbled. I keep my mouth shut, despite how my blood boils inside my body. Scarlet is really annoying and if I just don't know how to control myself, I have already shut her off.

he said and handed a letter to me. I opened it 📩Hope you loved my gift sweetheart more is coming watch your back You'll regret ever rejecting my proposal ❤Justin ❤📩 Justin did this, he set my house on fire all because I refused his stupid proposal. "That bastard" Jack said through gritted teeth as he took the letter and tore it into pieces before he hugged me muttering comforting words to me. Justin set my house on fire Chapter 41 Merlin POV I searched through the drawers of Justin room. There has to be something that explains Justin sudden change in attitude.

Chapter 19 Scarlett's POV I wasn't scared anymore. I was angry. Whatever Christian was hiding wasn’t ordinary. And I was done waiting for answers. I hurried past Clementina, my feet moving so fast I felt I was flying. Heat rushed to my face and with each step I was taking deep breaths, completely ignoring the elderly woman calling out to me from behind. I pushed the door of every room in the west wing until I found his bedroom door and shoved it hard enough that it banged against the wall.

Scarlett. I bet he has a hundred concubines chasing after him ,each more beautiful than the last. And there I was … sitting in despair, not knowing what I'll be of . This was not the first time, nor will it be the last I'll see panties in his suitcase. Each time my eyes beheld them, it feels as though my heart will crumble into pieces. I'd always feel this cold thing run through my spine. Who was that? I jolted out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.

, she explained but my confusion grew way more. " I don't understand what you are saying scarlet, explain it to me like you would a child", I asked. " If the lady I saw in the picture you sent me is the same lady you said you saw, then you are in danger. So please leave, ditch your plan, drop everything and leave", she said and I felt goosebumps appear on my body. What is scarlet saying? What is it about the woman who got scarlet issuing frantic and urgent warnings? What is so scary about her?

​Amara stood on the dilapidated porch, the peeling paint of the front door staring back at her like a scarred face. She could hear the faint, familiar sound of a daytime television show blaring from inside—a sound that signaled her mother's presence and, invariably, John's eventual appearance. The sheer, physical act of raising her hand to knock felt like lifting a massive stone. She was no longer wearing the protective armor of the Signora Valenti; she was simply Amara Wilson, the girl who knew the brutal cost of speaking up.

"If Damien is still out there... will he try to find me again?" Elena didn’t lie. "He might. But he won’t win this time. I promise you." Rose looked to Sophie, who held her hand tightly. "Then take him down. For all of us." **** That Night – Elena’s Quarters The room was dimly lit, scattered with evidence boards, encrypted tablets, and scattered documents. Grayson sat in a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, wrapping a fresh bandage around his torso. Elena entered, her eyes catching on the scar that crossed his ribs.

Marvin I flipped through several pages, my curiosity and confusion pushing me to search for something that might make sense of everything. The memory from the previous day suddenly returned to me. After Beta Raymond had left, I had picked up this very book from the desk because he had forgotten to place it back on the shelves. My fingers moved faster now as I turned the pages until I reached the particular section near the middle of the enormous book he had left behind. There it was, the same scar that met my eyes. My eyes widened as I stared right back at the replica of the scar on Becky's stomach.