The Scarlet Letter Prison Door Novels & Stories

Even my teacher, Mary Doyle, once phoned her in front of me. My mom laughed smugly and said, "Ms. Doyle, Sienna's father and I are divorced now. I'm not her mother anymore! From now on, whether she has a heart attack or gets into trouble, please don't call me anymore. By the way, my daughter is Laura. She's so much better than that ungrateful Sienna..." She thought those words would make me sad. However, I simply grabbed Mary's phone and said coldly, "Ms. Greene, Laura broke the smartwatch Ms. Brooks bought me. It's worth 3000 dollars. Please pay me back immediately!"

Listening. They passed through a low arch at the top. A heavy door stood before them, not wood, but iron, the frame fused into the stone. Ivy crept in from somewhere above, brittle and dead. Sloane pressed her hand to the center of the door. It gave way instantly. The room beyond was quiet. Choked in shadows. The light from her flashlight flicked across the space. Bare stone floors, shelves that held nothing but dust, and in the center of the far wall:

She slipped into my sheets as if she belonged there. And now I stood in my living room, whiskey glass still in hand, breathing like I had just run ten miles. Scarlet Rosetti was a prisoner. Scarlet Rosetti was off-limits. Scarlet Rosetti just became the only damn thing I wanted. I looked at the closed door. And I didn’t follow her. Not yet. But if she kept playing like this… I would end up breaking the rules.

Episode-4 Imprinting the souls. Adom pov "Can someone imprint in our souls?" This is what my heart wept from when I first met her until this moment. I watched her, hidden in the shadows, as she hurried through the dimly lit parking lot, her footsteps quick, almost panicked.

John is a lucky man; you look incredibly sexy. I closed the door, noticing she had parked in front of the neighbor's house as requested. I showed her to the office and pointed to the spot where I thought it would work best for her to set up and left the room. I moved quickly down the hall to our bedroom, put on my red 5" stiletto the heels, and gathered the other items I would need when John finally walked in the door from the garage. Just as I was moving past the door to the garage, it opened. I stood breathlessly, waiting for John's response to the note on the door and me.

“I’ll bring you something to eat later. You’ll be cared for. But until you remember what it means to be a Scanthin , until you remember how Sara died . Until then you’re not going anywhere.” And with that, she stepped out, shutting the door behind her, and Scar heard the lock latch. In spite of herself, she ran up the stairs to grab the doorknob, already knowing it was useless. She fiddled helplessly with the stubborn knob, and pounded once on the door, before she collapsed to her knees and began to cry.

The door cracked open, and Scarlet peered at me, fear visible in her eyes. “Who gave you permission to lock this door?” My voice was cold and sharp, “I-I’m sorry,” she stammered, eyes darting to the floor. “I’m just very used to it... I won’t do it again.” Without waiting for an explanation, I pushed the door open fully and stepped inside, slamming it shut behind me with a loud thud. “Listen carefully.” My voice low but firm . “This entire arrangement hinges, The moment anyone catches on to what’s happening here—just one person—I’ll strip you of everything. Your freedom, your existence... gone. Do you understand me?”

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

It’s another corridor that leads to a stone staircase. We walk down the steps and come to another door. This place is a maze. She opens the door and the sounds of screams and shouts echo around us. Each cell is made of what looks like glass. You can see what each prisoner is doing. They are all in red scrubs, either sitting on their cots or leaning against the glass, watching who has just entered their home. When they see Rebel some step back. The fear in their eyes is evident. “Welcome to our prison. This is where our prisoners are held before we either take them through there or to another part of the mansion.” She points to a black door.

I made my way steadily across the hall, and began to walk briskly to the room scarlet was kept in. Once I got there, I dropped the tray at a random place and ran to her door which had been bolted. I turned the knob and saw it wasn't locked, it had just been bolted and so I took the bolts out of place and pushed the door open. Scarlet was there on the ground looking miserable, and I immediately switched to my pretense mode, after closing the door and wondering why she was like that. She looked at me with wary eyes and immediately sat up straight from the twisted position she had been in.