Bottom Scaramouche Novels & Stories

He mumbled within his breath while Liam laughed in a low tone and then opened his lips to speak "You sure about that huh?" Liam snapped at Red mantis who had a smirk on his face while Scott took off his shirt and squatted low before Liam. Liam who wasted no time smiled and in a flash, thrust his hand into the lower back of Scott who gasped as their body began glowing

Scar POV He withdraw his dick and slammed into me harder making me to moan out in pleasure loving the way his fucking me hard from behind. I could feel my tummy turning waiting for release of unexpected sex with one last had thirst I cum all over his dick before he released my hand sitting back on his chair his dick still standing since he hadn't gotten to release

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.

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.

Storm remarked, already making his way towards an empty table. Scarlet's ears burned with embarrassment at his words, and she quickly followed him with determined strides. "What did you just say?! Give me my plate and leave me alone!" She attempted to snatch the plate from Storm's grasp, but he lifted it out of her reach. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her mischievously. "Get it if you can." "Mister Scoville, if you have no one to play with, then find someone else and stop bothering me!" Scarlet retorted, standing on her tiptoes in an effort to reach the food.