A Ha Scoundrel Days Novels & Stories

"Let me explain." "Explain? Forget it!" Harvey slapped her across the face without hesitation. "You'd cry if I even touched your hand, and I thought you were some pure, innocent girl. Turns out, you're just rotten to the core!" Even without Harvey saying it, we all knew that Rose didn't usually let Harvey touch her. They had been dating for three months, and he had only been able to hold her hands. She always claimed she was a conservative girl, unwilling to even touch a man before marriage.

I chuckled bitterly. This must be my karma for all the wrongs I did in the past. I was a ruthless leader. I must have made every employee’s life a living hell back when I was the one ruling Hacienda Camilla. And this is what I get in return: to be treated like a mere speck of dirt on my husband’s shoe.

Will it be something as ground-breaking as the previous projects? Sinful: Ah! It's nothing much, and I hope you won't be disappointed. (Attached file). It was a little something I gathered. Sinful: I heard your cousin ran into a bit of trouble in Paris a few days ago. This can help her deal with those behind the scenes. Although they have used the others as scapegoats, the main character is still behind the scenes, and if not dealt with, it will probably happen again. That can help you deal with him.

Hans Leonard Karl had just arrived at the house after driving Jessica's car at full speed. He got out of his vehicle and went straight into the house to meet Garry, who had been waiting for him. "Hans, let's get straight to the point," Garry said after Leon sat down. "You've ruined the plan to get rid of the company." "I'm sorry, Garry." That was all Leon could say to his cousin. "Sorry?" Garry pulled one corner of his lips up, sneering at Leon. "After plunging me into your evil plan now you say sorry."

Was I really going to do this just to avenge my old self? . . . I was relaxing by the pool when a convoy of exotic cars arrived in my father’s compound. I took off my sun shades to see properly who the visitor was. Gabriel Damasco. “How dare you, Imelda!?” He growled as soon as he was out of his car and walked angrily to me. He was in one of his expensive Prada business suits—the devil wears Prada and Gabriel Damasco was a handsome Devil at that. “I assume you have received the papers from Hernandez.”

Pawell said looking amused "Maybe it's fate that we know each other on our first day of school" I said smiling at them. "What's your real name again?" Pawell was amused and ask Beau "Bellus Scott, and if you are amused why my surname was Scott. It is because my parents were divorced" he coldly answers Pawell. "You are a Scott, no wonder your name sounds familiar to me" I smile at him to ease the tension "I'm sorry" Pawell said looking guilty "Nah! don't bother, it's all in the past, maybe starting now we can become good friends" Beau said

MARIELLA was already there when she arrived at the restaurant. Fear was written all over her angelic face, and she looked very uncomfortable while looking around the place. At first glance, it would be hard to believe that an innocent-looking girl like her was a mistress. She looked too nice and timid to even think about having an affair with a married man. But, as they say, you can never really judge a book by its cover. Her soft and kind demeanor belied a scheming and shameless bitch, and she was about to teach her a valuable lesson the hard way.

… I’ve been around him for only a couple of hours now, and I can’t even get rid of his face in my mind Then what’s going to happen with these plenty days ahead No! What on earth am I thinking? Leo is my cousin. And nothing can happen between us I bet he even likes me “Ma’am, we’re here” the driver’s voice zoomed me out my thoughts I didn’t even realise when we had gotten to the lovers bridge club I gave the driver his money and stepped down from the car The place looked very fussy and noisy like never before. I guess most of my school mates are also here partying

I knew it was probably a trap, but my longing for my mother and my desperation to get the music back won out over my reason. But I was careful. I told the butler where I was going. When I pushed open the door to room 502, I wasn't met with my music, but with two large, strong men. One of them had a brutish face and eyes filled with a disgusting greed and lust. I recognized him instantly. Marco, a rival capo, a pig known for his cruelty and depravity. "Haha, you really came, my dear sister." Bianca stepped out of the shadows, a twisted, triumphant smile on her face.

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.