The Scarlet Letter Prison Door Novels & Stories

"Excuse me, Mom, I need to use the restroom," Her mother-in-law beamed at her. "Be back soon, we'll be leaving for the auction hall soon. Meet us there if you can't find us here," Scarlet nodded and smiled at the people before leaving, disappearing around the hall as she asked the servers for the restroom, Scarlet sighed relief as she found it, after walking further and further away from the main hall. She pushed the doors and made her way inside, finding it empty. She went over to the toilet and did her business before stepping out but halted for a second as she found a man pinning a feminine male figure in a serving outfit on the wall while kissing down his neck.

I said. One of the female guards looked like she was going to be sick as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, but it's procedure. We'll be able to get them off as soon as you're all booked." The woman looked at Scarlet once again before shutting the door in our faces.

Nothing seemed real anymore. “Scarlett. Open up.” Came the muffled sound and knocking. I curled tighter against the floorboards, tears streaming hot down my face, soaking into my sleeve. The pounding on the door only grew louder, more insistent, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe properly past the raw sobs tearing through me. “Scarlett!” Harley’s voice broke through the haze, muffled but fierce. “Open up!” When I didn’t answer, the door burst open with a crash, slamming against the wall. Harley’s eyes darted over me, her face blanching at the sight of the crimson smeared across my fingers.

Everyone’s scents are still fresh, but beginning to fade. “I thought so?” Saint sharpens my vision and hearing. The hallway is quiet. Do all the teachers have their classes settled in already? Usually there are still omegas in the halls helping stragglers from the village get to class. I go to the door and pull it open it. Instead of opening inward, I pull it closed with a hard metal clang. The door transformed into an iron jail cell door. No wait. It’s not iron. What the fuck just happened? The hall outside the door is a sickly pink. Oh shit.

Across her back, two interlinked circles—⚯. They glowed for a heartbeat, casting eerie shadows on the mud walls, before fading into the brown of her skin, leaving behind only the faint, raised ridges of a scar. “Abomination,” someone whispered in the shadows. “Silence!” The voice came from the doorway. The crowd outside parted, bowing their heads in fear and reverence. Even young Baraka bowed, peeking through the rain.

I walked to Christian's bedroom and stood outside his door, fumbling with the straps of my red robe. My waist-long brown hair was combed and free, cascading down my shoulders and I applied red lipstick, so I could look like the mature women I had seen my stepbrother with. And underneath my robe, I wore nothing. My heart was hammering against my ribs and my chest tightened. My fingers trembled as I wrapped them around the door handle. Breathe, Scarlett. Taking a deep breath, I turned the brass handle and pushed the door open.

Maxwell’s POV Scarlett stepped back from the door, her eyes darting to mine with a mixture of curiosity and unease. I offered her a gentle smile, hoping to ease her nerves. Clay and I entered, glancing around the small, modest room. It was simple, far from the opulence she must have known in the South, but she seemed to find peace here. Her expression was calm, as if grateful for the small space and its quietude. She didn’t need luxury; she needed a haven.

Their nap was broken by a ringing of bell "Scarlet I think food is here go and bring it na please" Christy said in a sleepy voice "No you go this time I have ordered food you it's your turn to receive it" Scarlet said covered her face with pillow "Please Scarlet I am really tired" "I am tired too christy" "See the delivery man will go If we will not open the door please go na Scarlet" "Arghh let's play stone,paper and scissor and the one loose will open the door" Scarlet said and Christy agreed

Crimson fiddles with the bunch of keys once again, the clinking of objects against each other disturbing the girl's sensitive ears. The room they are in is sterile, empty, and without color or smell. The white walls and equally white floor welcome the pair. The only thing that is certainly noticeable are the bars of the cell at the back of the room. And sitting with her knees close to her chest was Margaret's murderer. Crimson once again mutters: "Anything, call me." He closes the door. Emanuele takes two steps toward the bars, the sound of her shoes echoing through the room.

"This is the room for you," Melvin said, opening the door to the room he was referring to. "T-this-" Uhuk! Uhuk! Danas coughed, shaking his hands to keep the dust from making him cough. The room was dusty and dirty, and many unused items were there. His mouth dropped open at the sight of the room before him. She never even thought that he would tell her to stay in a room that was not worthy of being called a room. A sense of claustrophobia, helplessness, and suffering came over her. Danas's rough breathing could be heard.