Mona X Scaramouche Novels & Stories

He wanted to be above it all the time, the one that people looked up to. I bit my lip and sucked my tongue. It’s a habit that I can’t stop. I just naturally do it when I am annoyed, agitated, or infuriated. "You know what, Aregolli, you should stop calling me Mau. I’m not your screen partner anymore. I don’t see any reason for you to continue calling me that way. And I was umbrage because they took it all the time." Mau is the name of my character in our first film. And yes, we did a lot. For a year of being an on-screen partner, we rose to fame as people loved to see our tandem.

They prepared to stay silent while they were on their way to their destination. They were seated at the back of his black Maybach with words to both of the. Xavier glance at her from time to time and that gives her goosebumps. "Stop it, Xavier!" she uttered, gritting her teeth. "Your beautiful Wifey," Xavier said in return. "Don't get me wrong, I was just admiring, there's no meaning at all," Xavier said, which made Raina's blood skyrocket with fury. "Shut Up!" She yelled at him.

But as I rose, Mira's hand shot out, sliding a glossy print across the table. "Wait. Look at this." I froze, my eyes dropping to the image. It was dim, shadows playing across the scene, but unmistakable. Mira in the back of a sleek black SUV, her head thrown back in ecstasy, lips parted on a silent moan. Arlo on her left, his hand buried between her thighs, fingers visibly thrusting into her, her skirt rucked up around her waist. Kael on her right, his mouth on her neck, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the bite of his teeth on her skin.

Watching his steps ,He moved bit by bit . He is sure he is close to where the couches are placed .As he took another step,his forehead hit a wall ...He fell down and lost consciousness. Her eyes are blue ....,her nose pointed ,small lips that form a love shape. Her hair is blonde and it fell on her shoulder .She is putting on a yellow headband ,Gold chain and gold earrings. Her nose is pierced and she have a small tattoo on her arm . She is putting on red baggy trouser and yellow crop top.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The light-golden-colored phoenix scorpion looked like it was made out of gold. As large and tough as an adult buffalo, its two massive pincers looked like excavator buckets. Alex and Maximilia kept running as the scorpion continued to chase after them, destroying everything in this way. Those ivory buildings seemed like tofu in the face of the golden phoenix scorpion. Such a large commotion had undoubtedly caught the attention of many demons, drowning the street in utter chaos.

“That felt good! Haha!” Looking at Xavier stumping on his feet from her rear mirror, Monique could not help but laugh out loud. Her face was simple and naturally beautiful, her brows thin and refined, her nose straight and delicate, her skin fair and silky. Her face was small and beautiful, with a charming smile. She did not want to stay on for too long, in case Xavier became irrational and damaged the car, then she would not be able to repay even if she sold herself.

I sank into the hug, grateful for the older woman’s steadying presence. “You’ve done well, Lexie,” Lady Samantha murmured, her voice soft but filled with pride. “You’ve made it through the first step of your journey as Luna. And the Moon Goddess has blessed you.” I nodded, feeling both the weight of my role and the sincerity of the blessing. “Thank you, Lady Samantha,” I whispered. “But I’m... I’m not sure. The water—what we saw in it...” Lady Samantha pulled back slightly, her expression serious but filled with understanding. She looked over her shoulder at Paul, who stood a few steps behind, watching the two of us with a mix of curiosity and concern. The Luna placed her hands on my shoulde

The only sounds were the drumming of the rain on the roof and the soft hum of the engine. The scent of him filled the car. Ocean, snow, pine, and now, underneath it, something else. Something tense and heated. His control was good, but in this confined space, this close, I could feel the edges of it. A low, almost sub-audible hum of restrained Alpha energy. It brushed against my own carefully constructed walls.

When they stepped outside, Mona's jaw nearly hit the pavement. A sleek, black McLaren sat in the parking lot, gleaming under the streetlights. It looked like something straight out of a car commercial—sleek, powerful, expensive. "Holy shit," she muttered. Kane glanced at her. She turned to him, pointing at the car. "This is your car?" He smirked. Mona scoffed, already answering her own question. "Obviously, it's your car." He let out another chuckle, opening the passenger door for her.

Then, moving like a gale, she grabbed the goon leader by his mohawk and threw him. "Argh!!!" A large chunk of the goon leader's hair was ripped off, and he squealed even as he bled profusely from the scalp. "Watch it." Frank was frowning, since Mona threw that goon leader very near the Veyron he wanted to buy. And with a kick, Frank sent the goon leader flying like a soccer ball toward the employee lounge, crashing through the glass wall and shattering it. All his ribs were left broken as he bled from his nose and mouth, while his head drooped to the side as he fainted.