The Scarlet Letter Prison Door Novels & Stories

There was a pause and then the door cracked open, chain still on. Scarlet looked through the gap. Her eyes were red like she'd been crying. She looked exhausted. "What are you doing here?" "I need to talk to you." "I don't want to—" "Please. Just five minutes," I pleased, my hands joined together. I wouldn't be able to bear it if she closed the door on me again. "just this one time please. Don't shut me off, baby." She stared at me for a long momen, and then closed the door. I heard the chain slide off before the door opened again.

Scarlett. I bet he has a hundred concubines chasing after him ,each more beautiful than the last. And there I was … sitting in despair, not knowing what I'll be of . This was not the first time, nor will it be the last I'll see panties in his suitcase. Each time my eyes beheld them, it feels as though my heart will crumble into pieces. I'd always feel this cold thing run through my spine. Who was that? I jolted out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.

That was why he had f*cked me from the back that day. He also liked to play with aphrodisiacs and scents. “Come with me.” I walked, without indulging him in the eye, down a small flight of steps leading to some rooms and opened the door to one of the vacant rooms. I easily told which one was vacant as there was no sound coming from it, nor was it locked. When I opened the door, the first thing that I noticed was how dark and red it was. It reminded me of Lenard’s prison. My chest tightened.

Everyone said. “Good,” Haven said as she started to think of the easiest way to get out the doors. She went out of the doors, and two officers had to run ahead of her. She was calling out the directions as Mack pulled her hand back to him. He kept her next to him, knowing they had no real idea what they were walking out too. When she swiped the ID to open the last door with no alarms going off, she smiled at him. “Nice to know you made some friends here,” Mack said with a chuckle.

She picks up the necklace between her claws and drops it onto the ground, stomping on it in her boots. She can feel the chain breaking, and the sound of the nameplate cracking under the force is heard throughout the cell. Scarlet's gasp resonates throughout the room; it almost sounds like her soul is leaving her body. Conrad turns on her heel once she's sure the necklace is in tiny pieces, walking towards the door. She knocks on it twice, and it opens. Before she steps out of the room, she glances over her shoulder, a cold smile in place on her face.

Its flame moved strangely, leaning away from the nursery door as they approached. Violet noticed. Of course she noticed. She was beginning to hate noticing things. At the end of the corridor, the nursery door stood closed. It had been open when they left it earlier. Violet knew that. Theodore knew that. Mrs. Blythe knew it too, because she had the expression of a woman looking at an old sin that had finally decided to introduce itself properly. The number was written across the door in dark red ink. No. Not ink. Violet stopped breathing.

Scarlet did not sleep. She lay on her couch long after Alton and Darren left, long after the building settled back into its usual nighttime groan. The silence felt heavier than noise ever had. Every creak of the pipes, every distant siren made her heart jolt, her mind replaying the image of him standing at her door, lifting her up to her dining table, his breath on her bare skin. Lock your door, Scarlet. Next time, I may not knock.

I touch her clothes and stop her. “Don’t..” She says with a sad smile. I let her go and she begins to climb again. Soon she reaches the top and it is like Jack opens a transparent circular door on the top. Studying how he opens it, I am now armed with the knowledge that there’s actually a door at the top of this prison. It doesn’t look like it when the door is closed because it’s incredibly transparent; but when it is being opened, you can clearly see that it’s a door or some sort of shield.

She turned into a warrior, ready to seize back her land. Charmine stayed back and stood behind a tree as she looked on. Anthony stood next to her, ready for action. … The hub was a dozen squares wide, rectangularly shaped. It used to be a shelter for the homeless, but as more people started living in it, they added a door to shield them from the rain. The narrow space was dimly lit by a candle. Kneeling on the floor, both of Scarlet’s hands and legs were tied up. She shot Johnson a pitiable gaze with reddened eyes. “Johnson Spencer, please don’t repeat this! This is illegal, and you’ll be put to jail—”