Bottom Scaramouche Novels & Stories

This was the transaction she had truly signed for: the purchase of their humanity. ​As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of purple and gold, they retreated to the cottage. There was no formal dining room. They sat on the floor around a low table, eating simple pasta with tomatoes and basil that Amara had tossed together in the tiny, cramped kitchen. ​The conversation wasn't about shipping lanes or political shifts. It was about the "giant" crab Lorenzo thought he saw in a cave, and the way Bianca had discovered that lemons were very, very sour.

Scarpa's daughter. We were going to finalise everything, and I was very happy—sold, even—the moment Mr. Scarpa offered me such a huge deal. He was simply too good to be true, and maybe that was why his wife cheated. He was too good for her. Just like I was too good for Benedetto. I tried to do some research on that man, Scarpa. I didn’t know his full name, but despite how big of a deal Benedetto bragged about his boss being, the name ‘Scarpa’ didn’t seem to exist anywhere online. No headlines or news, pictures—nothing!

that dog of a man would do.” “Damn, that’s wild! He really is a master at taking advantage of his ex-wife, stealing a cool ten million from my wallet!” I felt a wave of frustration wash over me and downed my champagne in one go. My tolerance for alcohol was low, and after finishing the drink, my head started to spin. I decided to head to the lounge for a quick rest. Just then, the door was flung open with a force, and in walked Scarlett Hayes, her face twisted in anger. She marched over to me in her high heels, raising her hand as if to slap me. But I quickly lifted my leg and kicked out. Scarlett was knocked to the ground, gasping in pain. Holding her stomach, she glared at me. “How can yo

My eyebrow furrowed and noticed that Eunice stopped. “She’s planning something,” I whispered. My heart started to assess everything. I could feel it. She’s going to do something. And I was damn right, she was holding a wine. Catheryn was wearing a soft white dress with a long sleeve and the dress hugging her body. If the wine stained her clothes, she will be embarrassed for sure. My feet immediately walked towards them to stop the disaster but… I was too late. Eunice tripped Catheryn.

I left them still on the dance floor and snuck away to the restroom quickly. As I exited the restroom, I wandered along the back wall simply watching the party and feeling happy for my friend. I suddenly felt a hand grab my arm. I spun around and found Scott standing with a smile plastered on his face. My heart sank as his bloodshot eyes scanned me up and down. He had obviously disappeared to use drugs. Behind him stood Dominic, the owner of Blue Hades. He was well over six feet tall. He looked much older than his forty years, with wrinkles on his face and silver hair atop his head. "Kendra, baby," Scott slurred out as he pulled me toward him. "Dominic and I were just talking about you." I n

Holding a bottle of champagne in her hand, Scarlett danced on the floor, swaying her hips on symphony. “Finally, Stacy is out of the picture!” She cheered loudly. “That wench dared to disrespect me.” Despite the lively atmosphere, the scarred man sat calmly on the sofa, his attention focused on the laptop screen. Overwhelmed with glee, Scarlett didn’t mind his behavior and spoke excitedly. “All thanks to your help, I was able to get rid of that lowly rogue wolf. I have no regrets marrying Jessica to Damon.” Scarlett raised the bottle to her lips and gulped down the champagne at a record speed. She shook her head and growled.

Scott chuckled mischievously, his expression filled with mockery. He looked at Cameron like the young man was a joke. Cameron was immediately dumbfounded by the request. What the heck was going on? Scott wanted him to get on the ground and lick the bottom of his boots? Why did it sound like Scott was humiliating him? All at once, he was stunned and not sure as to what to do next. Noticing that Cameron had yet to take action, Scott narrowed his eyes and there was a cold glint in his gaze. Exuding ferocity, he stared straight at Cameron. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to do it?”

Green’s office. Soren is thrown to his knees as if he were a sack of tomatoes, and when he lifts his head, his eyes widen when he sees that it's not Mr. Green that sits behind the desk; rather, he stands behind the Bigger Boss, the one Soren was sold to, Mr. Scar, answering to the name because of the large scar that runs over his left eye. “M-Mr. Scar,” Soren shudders, his heart hammering because nothing good ever happens when the alpha shows up at the club.

Most of the vials on the table were wolfsbane . " It's on your face too . Interesting . You're not dumb , yet you're still weak . Where does that get you ? Nowhere . " Jace looks extremely uncomfortable , his hands must be on fire right now . But he continues mutilating Scar man's face , who is screaming at this point . " Stop . I'm sorry . I didn't mean to " He whimpers desperately . " Didn't mean to what ? " Jace asks calmly as he grabs Scar man's hand and with a swift upward movement , dislocates the wrist joint and rips off his hand a second later .

“Haha! He got jokes! Let's see if you will find this funny after I, scorpion, make you lose a tooth or all of them.” Letting out a sigh, Rome slightly drew his left foot behind, balanced himself, and said, “Let's dance.” While gazing at the monitor, Brook’s jaw hung loose, Scar’s eyes widened, and Blaze stared blankly at the screen as they watched Rome beat up all five men without getting hit once. Spitting his teeth on the ground, Scorpion stared at all four of them, laying in the bloody dirty before gazing at Rome with fear in his eyes. “Who are you?” Scorpion cried out.