Bottom Scaramouche Novels & Stories

Nicole and his friends haven't finished talking yet. “What are you planning to bring Anthony into our group?" Tommy Protests. "Anthony is so dangerous, he can't be trusted, Nicole!” A firm rejection of the other too. “I don't believe in Anthony either." Said Nicole. “So?" Asked Tommy. “The opportunity to take him down that I have been waiting for so long has finally come, let Anthony be our sacrifice. That's my plan and purpose!" Nicole was completely consumed by the desire to harm Anthony, it got darker and darker when Anthony of his own free will came to him just now.

Was he incapable of killing me himself, so did he send others to humiliate me? “Ah!” My vision was becoming increasingly blurry, my body engulfed in unbearable pain. It felt as if my feet were heavy as stones, becoming impossible to lift. At that moment, one of the Scamps grabbed my wrist, his jagged, untrimmed nails digging deep into my flesh, drawing a long line of blood from my wrist. Before I could react, another rough, calloused hand squeezed my neck tightly. A Scamp grabbed me from behind, holding me firmly and immobilizing me. Hot breath sprayed the main artery in my neck.

No amount of alcohol, smoke, or half-naked bodies swaying to the music could keep her out of my mind. I struggled to my feet, my head pounding. I turned to Luca, who was half-asleep on the couch. “Hey... man...” I slurred, barely able to stand. My vision blurred as I stumbled. “I’m gonna go... there... with Blondie. Hey, Blondie...” My words were a jumbled mess. “Huh?” Luca muttered, barely coherent himself.

CHAPTER 3. A red Lamborghini Aventador swept through the driveway of the nightclub, coming to a halt with a vivid screech. Scar was the first to hop out from the driver's seat, and then Ghost followed, getting down from the passenger's seat. With his dark shades concealing his blue orbs, he put the area under tight scrutiny. His eyes swept through the unending queue of scantily dressed females and horny males. There was no sign of a threat, nothing he should be wary of.

A scar-faced man, the leader of the gang, motioned to his friends and the thugs scattered out onto the road. The gang leader pulled out a gun and fired a shot up into the air. Bringing the horses to an abrupt halt, the coachman jumped out of his seat and raised his hands in surrender. Blanched with fear, he stuttered pleas for mercy as he backed away a few steps. Mouth twisted into a sneer, the scarred man turned his gun at the frightened man.

Marcus picks up his phone, “Hey Gideon, I’m going to take this. “Pointing to his phone. I nod, and Marcus goes outside to take his fake call. As soon as Marcus is outside, our friend in the dark blue hoodie pulls his hood down more and turns and walks down the street. As he was pulling his hoodie down, I saw a jagged scar on the back of his hand, very distinctive. “Marcus, did you see his right hand?” I mind-link him, still not trying to draw attention to ourselves. “Yeah, I saw it. That must have hurt like hell.” He walks back inside. We sit back down and wait for our pizza. “Do you catch his sent when you went outside?” still using mind-link.

I need to get down and search the body of the vampire that impaled itself. Maybe I can find something on one of the bodies that can help me. I looked around me as the ledge seemed to only have one way down and it was those rickety steps. I began to climb down. Don’t look down there. Don’t. Look. Down. Scared are you? Come on. I dare you to look down. If you look down it might ease your mind… Stop trying to be nice!

I suddenly saw my reflection in his arrogant eyes as nothing but a pitiful, stray mongrel he decided to give his leftover scraps to. Then, without further thought, he shoved me toward the door, meaning to tell me to get a cab back home instead. Just then, Eva suddenly ran over to us. "Mr. Garner! Ms. Castro—" While running toward me, she deliberately "failed" to stop herself and crashed right into me. A split second later, I felt her forcefully push me off the stairs so that I'd tumble all the way down to the ground. I bumped myself into several steps and even scraped and cut myself on them. Finally, I tumbled and landed with a heavy plop into a roadside ditch.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

Scott was lifted up out of his seat and hurled across the bridging marks and through the blue flames as they dipped low and dumped down within the pentacle. The flames instantly came back to full life, leaping up several feet in the air and giving out an intense heat that made Scott flinch back and cry out hoarsely as his mortal flesh was scorched. His throat still swollen and so unable to speak he garbled in distress, scrambling up to his knees, his eyes wide with terror as he looked up at Basille directly in front of him. “Demand nothing of me, Demon Lord!” Ruben growled fiercely. “I do not fear you like this pathetic mortal! Bastetia stays here so I suggest you come up with something that