Bottom Scaramouche Novels & Stories

He stated. " Jealousy?" Scarlett repeated, confused." Are you sure it'll work?" " You wait and see." He told scarlett, smirking as his eyes glowed with mischief. Scarlett scoffed, looking away. She couldn't refute his words, this was Damien we were talking about. He is the master of mischief. . . .

She wanted more. Omar let his other hand go down under the water, he trailed his finger teasingly down her stomach till he reached her opening. When his fingers brushed against them she instinctively slapped her legs closed but a fierce bite on her neck made her scream out and her legs parted in obedience, giving him the full access. Omar growled at her seductive moans when he rubbed his fingers against her clits, he felt his erection harden and he thrust his middle finger into her, squeezing her breast roughly.

The man in the trench coat turned. It was like looking into a distorted mirror. He had Julian’s height, Julian’s broad shoulders, and Julian’s sharp, aristocratic jawline. But where Julian’s eyes were the blue of a stormy sea, this man’s eyes were the color of smoke—grey, clouded, and utterly unreadable. A thin, silver scar ran from the corner of his left eye down to his throat, a jagged lightning bolt against his bronze skin. "Hello, little brother," Dominic said. His voice was a mirror of Julian’s, too—rich, dark, and smooth—but it carried an edge of mockery that Julian’s lacked. "You’ve grown. And you’ve certainly cleaned up the neighborhood."

I nod and take a sip of my scotch. “This is delicious.” Daphne sips her champagne cocktail. “How’s your scotch?” “You know, it’s missing a little something.” “Soda?” she says innocently and it makes me chuckle. “No, something sweeter.” I lean in, running my hand up her thigh. “May I?” She looks at me, unsure. “What?” “Open your thighs for me.” She glances around the room. “Don’t worry, nobody is looking.” “Um, are you sure?”

I added, firmly. “She won’t accept you, you’re digging your own grave,” she finally responded. “We are already buried in a grave, Mom. There’s no shame in feasting on my own vomit to gather the strength to claw my way out. But mark my words, Sam Seafood will be mine when I’m done with Samira. And I will make sure to change the name to Norwood SeaWorld,” I explained as I increased the speed....

Directly to the white blouse of Cassandra. Gasps everywhere. "Oh, fuck," Natalie thought, not even faking it. "Guess I'm clumsy too." The whole place went silent. Cassandra stood still with open eyes and a dripping chest. "You bitch!" she screamed. "Watch your mouth," Natalie said, like nothing at all. "It's just a drink. You ought to have a shower before you begin to reek of cheap perfume and desperation. I swear, I almost laughed. Cassandra was on the point of bursting out.

I didn’t even realize someone was behind me until I felt a hand grab my arm. “Hey there, pretty thing.” A rough voice slurred in my ear. I tried to pull away, but I was too weak, too drunk. “Let go of me,” I mumbled, but my words were thick and clumsy. The man’s grip tightened, and two more figures appeared in my line of sight. They were laughing, at me, and I felt a great sense of danger. I had seen it before, in the eyes of wolves on the hunt. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?” Another one asked, his breath reeking of alcohol as he leaned closer to me. “You lost, sweetheart?”

I begin conjuring my magic in preparation for the fight. I look over at our new arrivals and assess them. One of the ghouls has a medium frame with a buzz cut . The other one is probably close to six feet, short brown hair, and has a thick red scar running from his cheek to his chin. They scan the crowd and their eyes land on Kieran. “Just the man we’ve been looking for!” Scarface says as they begin strolling towards us. The patrons standing in their path quickly move before they get trampled.

After losing his entire retirement savings to a scam, my father-in-law, Kyle Knight, tried to kill himself by overdosing on pills. I frantically called my husband, Joshua Knight, a psychology expert, hoping he could talk his father out of it. "Dad lost his entire retirement fund to a scam. He left a suicide note, and he's trying to kill himself. Come home!" Instead, Joshua snapped at me for making such a big deal out of it. "Your dad's made plenty of bad decisions before. Maybe this'll finally teach him a lesson. Don't bother me with stupid stuff like this again. I'm trying to watch a movie with Vanessa." For a second, I thought he hadn't heard me clearly. I was about to tell him that t

The executive I meet on a dating app, Eric Cole, convinces me to invest in a supposedly foolproof investment scheme. After weeks of him wearing me down, I invest my entire savings of one million dollars. The next morning, I open the app and find a message saying the server is unavailable. Confused, I assume it's just a system update and immediately text my perfect boyfriend. But the message won't go through. Realizing the investment platform has vanished, I rush to the cybercrime unit to report it. After tracing the IP, the police tell me I've fallen for a classic scam. I'm stunned. Eric and I have even picked out names for our future children! No matter how many chat logs I provide,