Chaunticleer Novels & Stories

Inside the spacious and lavish living area decorated with red and golden expensive embellishment oozing an air of luxury, Sumire seated on one of the sofas in a sulk, anxious and restless. Alone, she was in the living hall of the casa Massoullèves after the dinner is over. Her cousin Clair has a date with her boyfriend, Creux Morosov, the owner of CION Brothel who left right after the dinner while Blanche is the one taking care of the big event that will take place tomorrow. Her unfortunate wedding day.

Caleb may have a bit of strength on me, but I had speed and a hidden strength many underestimated because I am a woman. Moving forward I take a swing to Caleb’s jaw, which he dodges. I anticipate that dodge and catch him with my other fist under his chin knocking him backwards. As he spits out blood from him split lip, he smiles at me as blood runs into his teeth. “Well, well Kate; it looks like you might be hiding some power in that little body,” he says. “Oh Caleb, nobody ever says my body is small – thanks for the compliment, a girl always like to hear she’s small,” I say taunting him.

The two women were friendly, but they hadn't made it to the 'let's share our sex lives over several bottles of wine' stage yet. "Fuck," Claudia grumbled, hands going to hips. "I blame Catan. That damn game gets more stuff busted in this place than a breakup fight." Anya snickered as her friend bore down on the culprits. Claudia Cantore looked like a Greek Aphrodite statue with her tall, goddess-like frame and long blond hair. But when she was pissed off, no one was safe. Claudia could make a sailor's ears bleed with her explosive temper.

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

Chapter 10: Quickie DEVON'S P.O.V “A-Angelo,” I stuttered. His kisses trailed down from my neck, going to my nipple. I can smell his manly scent with sweat and alcohol on it. He spat on my neck and sucked it. I pushed him away and tried to escape, but he was determined to what he wanted. And I’m saddened to admit it, but I love it. Angelo looked me in the eyes. “I heard you are a courtesan here—the great Devon Ellis. I’m going to pay you four thousand dollars for this quickie,” and he gave me his wallet full of money.

Ophelia sat on the other side of Thea. Thea rolled her eyes at her cheeky friend. "That's not what I meant, Lord Lucian was searching for you. Didn't you know?" Thea questioned Ophelia. Instantly Ophelia's cheeks became very red. Everything that happened that morning came back rushing Into her head. She was instantly turned on. Thea and Max noticed Ophelia's flustered look and exchanged knowing glances. "Someone looks uncomfortable," Max commented with a grin. Ophelia looked at him with wide eyes.

Claude nervously stood up as he bowed his head before my mother. "I-I..." He cleared his throat and looked at Her nervously. "M-Moon Goddess Lunaria, I-I am Clau..." He cleared his throat again when his voice cracked causing me to chuckle softly. "I'm... Uh... Claudian Alexander IV. I am..." He gulped. "I am Rachelle's mate," he said as he chuckled nervously.

then, with a feigned clumsy gesture, spilled what remained in the glass onto the woman's apron, letting the glass shatter. — Oh no! she exclaimed softly, feigning panic. I'm so sorry... I'm so clumsy. I have no strength left, this time... — It's nothing, miss. Don't worry, the maid replied patiently. She sighed, tugged at her soaked apron, then, as was her habit, mechanically emptied the contents of her pockets—a keyring, a handkerchief, a small notebook—and headed toward the bathroom to dry the apron. As soon as she disappeared, Chantelle quickly grabbed the keyring left on the table and examined it carefully. There were five keys, all similar but not identical. She slid one of them.

Chapter 11 I stared at the glossy tablet screen in Matteo’s hand, gripping my glass of scotch so hard the crystal groaned in protest. The headline on The New York Observer's digital front page was practically screaming in bold, black letters: THE ICE KING THAWS: JULIAN VANCE UTTERLY BEWITCHED BY NEW BRIDE.

Did she even know the truth about his lecherous activities? ’You didn’t seem to mind those activities when he pinned you on that balcony, did you?’ A mocking voice rang out in her head. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself together. “I’m Anateya. I’m a huge fan of yours.” ”Charmed to meet you.” Chyella nodded, smoothing a hand over her shiny black hair. Giving Anateya a once over, she frowned. “Are you one of Romero’s girls? I swear- I don’t know when my brother will learn not to crap where he eats.”