Novel & Cerita The Scarlet Letter

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

The whole ballroom was burning in jealousy. Their absolute dream was dancing with someone else, giving all his attention to the woman most of them never liked. However, Scarlett was the only person unaffected by those stares as she was the one dancing. Yet, her motive was never to get married but to hold the relic of her mother. And while moving one step ahead to get what she wished for, Scar also gets to know something else. His odour, which did not belong to him when those two nights she was with him!

JUNE Underneath my door was a letter in scarlet red. I circled it cautiously, grazing my hand over it. I looked once more down the hallway, but no one was there. Who must have dropped it? The question rang in my mind the moment I returned to my room, the lingering thought of Colt leaving me as I tucked my diary carefully back into its box. I dropped the scarlet letter on the bed, still contemplating whether it was safe to open or not. I changed into my nightwear, a cute matching outfit, brushing the full length of my fiery hair while glancing at where the letter sat, unmoving.

The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest. It was over. Everything was ruined. My hands, my mother's dreams—everything was shattered in that single moment. Tears streamed down my face in heavy, relentless drops. Ryan rushed toward me, pulling me into an embrace. I leaned silently into his broad, warm chest, but the words that came from above were as cold as ice. "I'm sorry, Susan. Please, forgive me just this once. I know this isn't fair to you. But Miranda's mother died saving me. Once she makes it into the orchestra, I'll have repaid my debt."

XAVIER'S POV “Scarlet never was your real mate.” my eyes narrowed at the old man in front of me. “What the hell do you mean?” My voice came out heavier than I intended. Panton sighed before speaking. “Scarlet was never your mate to begin with. Well, not at least the real one. She used a potion by a strong witch, covering her scent and changing it to make you feel drawn to her.” “But how is that even possible?” I frowned, not believing what he was saying.

The Almighty has a sick sense of humor sometimes. Nathanael remains in the shadows of the room for most of the night. He picks up nothing but the sounds of the girl's shallow breathing in this small room. The night outside is quiet as well. It's strange not to constantly hear a background chorus of worshipping music. The quiet is almost eerie. That's why, when the Secular girl turns her head and mutters something, he hears it. A strange word that shouldn't even be on her lips-a word that makes Nathanael furious and energized all at once. One word that will wake him up and put him on high alert. The only name that is dreaded above all others in the clouds of Heaven. Lucifer.

" I had never noticed the devil's amorous side. I got goosebumps from his surprises. I put on lip gloss, wore a bridal gown, and pulled my hair back into a messy bun, but I'm not sure where I should go from here. I went looking for him when I left the house, but I'm still not sure where I should go. "Where are you, Samuel?" On this lonely island, I call out his name, but nobody answers. After three meters, I noticed a green bottle that was attached to a parachute approaching me. I opened the cork on the bottle and found another note inside. "Scarlet, my love, please follow the wind and come to me. Your devil is waiting for you." I looked up at the direction of the wind as I read the letter.

"I will fight till my child has a father." She couldn't help move her hand down to her stomach, where the scar lay's hidden under her wedding dress. She has nothing to fight for? The reason of her fight...the very basis of her fight no longer there. She tried so hard..... coming too far from where she started. Yet it all ended where it began. Leaving her with nothing except this long scar. The scar worse than the one on her face. The scar that did what no other scar could. The scar that ended Vivian Klein completely to leave a broken shell.

Vivienne sends him to look for them. Lamia and Niall discuss their winnings in both territories. It leads to her asking him to kill the Knowles as she believes they're really traitors. She also explains Scarlet is the next target while the strongest warriors are still in Blacktail. Fang is brought in to Lamia and she gets to kill him all over again. This time in front of a guilty Niall. Marquis makes it to Scarlet just in time to get Mal out before the vampires invade it.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.