The Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

I despised the interruption at that moment, but then the wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I withdrew, spilling myself across her body. Rowan stood, his eyes filled with disdain as he regarded us. “Quit pretending to be a saint,” I scoffed, shifting my belt into place. “You do this more than I do.” “Leave!” he commanded, directing his words at Ruby, who lay nearly motionless on the bed, slowly gathering her strength. Ruby trembled, snatched her clothes, and bolted from the room. “Perhaps I need to bring some clarity to your mind and show you the proper way to knock.” I snatched my shirt and slipped it on, avoiding even a glance at Rowan.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

“It's okay,you are already involved, getting married to Ethan,and stuff with Micheal,it's impossible to pull out now,but you can survive” Summer said in her firm voice. “How do I survive” Scar asked. “Let's pick a side” Summer suggested. “Pick a side seriously they are all devils” Scar said angrily,she rolled away from the hug. “Well let's pick the lesser devil,like the father of your child” Scar groaned deeply, “Damn child who told the heavens I need a child,there are thousands of people childless,arrgggghhhhh….it's all so frustrating, everything I stood against is wrapped as a gift with the man I love”

I had to text him because he would worry if I didn’t, and I didn’t want that. Scarlett: I am so sorry, Caleb. My rushing off had nothing to do with you. I promise. I have not enjoyed being with someone in a long time the way I was with you tonight. I find it hard to trust people, let them in. I think the way that kiss made me feel, how good it felt to be in your arms, freaked me on, and that is why I ran off. I hope that you can forgive me X I would not blame him if he never replied to me after that way, I acted. I decided the best place for me right now was my bed. I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. I will deal with all of this tomorrow.

It's really funny that she only noticed it now. Her eyes wandered around her small face. The face where people in their small-town envies and at the same time loved by many. Dalia's palm was still throbbing from the crisp slap she gave her. Her hair is flaming red, an attractive color. Red—a color that represents life, health, vigor, war, courage, anger, and love. She wants to laugh as she looks at Agnes that was currently holding back her cry and she looks up at her with disbelief in her eyes.

CRIMSON'S SCANDAL. Chapter 1. . Subtitle: a fan sign. The atmosphere was buzzy and disorientating as Crimson stepped out of her white lamborghini, the paparazzi and the crowd blocked her way into the large stadium at once as soon as she stepped out of the car, however her gaurds were active as they quickly covered her up while others tried to clear the road for her to go in, the crowd was continuesly jamming her road.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation. Scarlet wasn’t Arabelle. Once reborn, she took on a new life and identity, her memories erased completely. I was aware of how much effort I needed to get her to fall for me, and I was mistaken that my genuineness would touch her deep inside. Yet, I was so wrong.

As her eyes scanned the first line of the letter, the words etched on the page seemed to leap out at her, sending a chill down her spine. “Scarlet, if you’re reading this letter, it means I’m no longer a part of this world because someone has had me silenced for good. I have been murdered, and the people behind my death are people you know very well…”

————————— Scarlet stood before the mirror, gazing at her own reflection. All she could see is a misearable girl with a quest for blood In her hands; revenge. Her head was stitch. She was wearing the same flat gown she was wearing when she left Dennis mansion. She's already set to go back to the Dennis Massion. Just as she turned to leave, her door opened and Queen walked in. "Scarlet" she ran to hug scarlet but scarlet was too numb to hug her back.