The Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

But her brain didn't remind her that the target of this world was also an alpha. She really wanted to cry and scream that she regretted seducing the man... [DING! AFFECTION POINT +10] Scarlet was startled. Another 10? What was that? Cheese? Chinchin Why was it so cheap? But... she no longer regretted seducing the alpha. If possible, she would love to go a few rounds more and see if the affection point would directly fill up. Unfortunately, her waist was no longer hers~ A smile appeared on Scarlet's face as she pressed deeper into the alpha's embrace and closed her eyes to sleep.

What kind of man could inhumanely censure such innumerable young lady away? While scarlet was intrigued, her heart ended up being progressively restless. She looked at the arrangement draft in her grip and kept breathing significantly to support herself. Exactly when it was her turne, Sarclet headed inside. There was a roar from inside, which shocked her. "Get out! What are these things? Can this be called a design draft?" Scarlet swallowed hard. wouldn't it be so scary? "Next!" Scarlet took a full breath, pushed the doorway and walked in.

There's a moment of silence on the other end before Dante responds, his voice filled with curiosity, "What work?" A sly smile plays on Scarlet's lips as she begins to give Dante all the small details, relishing in the power and control she holds over the situation. She describes the condition of Elizabeth, recounting the pain and misery she witnessed, providing him with every intricate detail to ensure he understands the extent of her revenge. As Scarlet speaks, her voice holds a hint of triumph, knowing that she has indirectly played a part in ruining Elizabeth's life. The satisfaction she feels is palpable, fueling her desire to ensure that Dante comprehends the consequences of their actio

*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.

“The man you’re chasing … is gone. Has been for some time. I told you to come alone so I could save you the agony of searching.” “You lied.” “Of course I did,” he said, baring his teeth. “It was the only way to get you to come.” “Why?” “I needed you to come alone so I can kill you. You’re too dangerous to leave alive.” *** Scarlet moved fast. Every mile north felt like cutting through a dead god's grave. She reached the edge of the vale. Her palms shivered as she pressed them into the earth. “Show me.” The ground pulsed. A vision bloomed-Ophelia in the ruins, Lucien circling her like a vulture.

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.

She looked pleased with herself, as if seeing me vulnerable gave her the power she craved. “I’m not hiding,” I said quietly, refusing to look at her. “I just needed a moment.” Scarlet sauntered closer, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. “A moment? Or maybe you’re realizing that you’re out of your league here. And you winning isn’t really fair. Fame isn't for people like you, darling.” I finally turned to face her, my anger simmering just below the surface. “What do you want now, Scarlet?” Her grin widened as she reached into her clutch, pulling out a small bottle of what looked like… ink? I barely had time to register what it was before she flicked the bottle open with a malicious

She’d lost her name, her light, her pride, Now the truth had forced the world to decide. Would they embrace her, would they atone? Or just move on, leave sins unknown? Scarlet knew this fickle game, Today a victim, tomorrow the same. Sydney’s silence, Max’s shame, No one was left untouched by blame. And Olivia? A queen dethroned, Her carefully spun lies are now overthrown. Scarlet’s heart was steel, her mind a blade, She’d danced in fire, yet never frayed. The world had tried to bring her low, But now? She was the storm.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

Lauren started at the large purple stain on her crimson dress with her mouth wide open. The entire people in the hall held their breath as Malcolm's boiling silent anger suppressed the entire hall. Suddenly, Grace came running through, "Oh My God. Michelle darling, are you okay?" She ran her palm all over Lauren. It took Lauren her last energy not to push the woman far away from her. She nodded instead, silently biting her lips to avoid the tears. She looked at Malcolm whose anger grew at her pitiful look.