Bottom Scaramouche Novels & Stories

Her heart started to thump giddily. “No... No drink, thank you,” Veronica refused, giving him a thin smile as she added deliberately, “I generally, find that alcohol and business don’t mix at all.” Giving a small shrug, Sasha opened the dining-room door for her and waited for Veronica to precede him inside. As she did so, Veronica caught the clean, sharp scent of his freshly showered body and the giddying thump of her vulnerable heart became a frighteningly heavy ache. “I... I’ve brought the estimates down with me,” she told him quickly, lifting the papers she was holding in front of him, but Sasha shook his head.

He broke into a lewd chuckle, his face distorted with sleaze. With a lascivious smile and a filthy and repulsive glance, the man with the scarred face remarked, "A pretty boy like you defending her, huh? She's quite the looker. How about selling her to me?" Ember was disgusted. She responded with a spat and was ready to retort. However, Caleb swiftly took her hand and motioned for her to keep silent. They were in a dangerous situation. Provoking the man may have disastrous repercussions. Caleb's public presence had made him a recognizable figure. A confidant of the scar-faced man whispered to him, presumably informing him of Caleb's identity.

They’ve proven to be dumb. Silvercloud connected the phone to his laptop, and a projection of the video replaced the 3D model of the building. Pamela still looked annoyed but tried from all her yelling. Hana turned her hand in mine, holding tight when Scorcha came into view and gripped Pamela’s chin. We still had no audio, but words were exchanged, and Pamela spit on Scorcha before headbutting her. “And that would explain why Malcolm is so infatuated with her.” Aidan chuckled.

I'd strategically blocked it earlier, knowing he might forget about it. I knew Jake's password but had never snooped before. He trusted me completely. I unlocked it easily and spotted the Reddit icon on his home screen. My heart pounded as I opened the app and navigated to his profile. When I saw that familiar username, it felt like the floor had dropped out from under me. It really was him. He was even boasting in the comments about his clever scheme! So he was the one trying to scam me for money, and he was the one with HIV. But we'd both had medical check-ups. How could this be possible?

i immediately summon scar to show up ,this time i tell him to make a beautiful entry ,because we are finally going to kill someone and this time we are going burn the who city down ,without the demons . I've never seen scam this happy in my life ,smiling with a breath of fire as he appears in the sky and flies around the forest green pack in circles entertaining every one especially the pups what tried catching him ,he finally lands and i hop on his back as he took off ,heading for the direction of the blood moon pack ,somebody please tell them destruction is coming ,the smirk on my face said .

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

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.

He was saying something else, and then there was the sound of his mocking laughter, like everything that made up my world was a joke, including me. As I made to walk away from my table to the direction of my eyes - a table in the other far end, with a man whose figure was only visible through the shadows, sitting alone with a drink in hand and seeming to be staring hard at me, my knees buckled against each other and I tripped, landing hard on the floor. Every part of my body rippled with pain, leaving me groaning hard to my own helplessness. "She is fat. What is she doing to herself being here!"

And then there was Scott. Scott Mancini, the Underboss of New York, sat there looking like he was personally offended by the existence of the salad in front of him. He was wearing a suit that cost a fortune, his beautiful green eyes constantly darting to the door as if he were deciding who he’d have to kill first if things went south.

"Calm down, Tristan. Just talk things out. No need to be impulsive." He stepped in front of Tristan, offering Leon an apologetic smile. "Don't get involved, Mason. How can I not be angry? He's holding my girlfriend's hand! She cheated on me!" "Didn't you say you two broke up? He's her fiancé now. Who do you think you are?" Jemma chimed in. Mason tried to calm Tristan again. "You've had too much to drink, Tristan. Just go inside and rest for a while."