Mona X Scaramouche Novels & Stories

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

“Something fast enough to make the run to Nice before the coast guard or Maxwell’s units can triangulate us.” Ethan nodded, though even breathing felt like a punishment. “Something that doesn’t scream we stole it.” “Everything in Monaco screams that,” Luca said, and for a moment, despite everything, Ethan almost smiled. Then Luca saw it. At the far end of a lesser-used dock—one reserved for service craft and smaller transport tenders—sat a gleaming Riva Aquarama. A perfect blend of vintage luxury and aggressive power. Mahogany hull, chrome fittings, twin high-performance engines. It looked like it belonged in an old-world romance, not the middle of a manhunt. Fast enough to outrun the local

Monica chuckled under her breath but with our heightened hearing, both Xander and I heard her, "didn't get you very far." Xander clenched his jaw, "Don't you have a mate to win over or did you forget that she picked a fragile human over you?" That did it. Monica pulled the jeep over to the curb and lunged at Xander with her claws aiming for his neck. In one swift motion, with speed I hadn't seen before, Monica was on the back seat with Xander straddling her and restraining her arms over her chest. "Let me go," she thrashed under him but considering she missed most of her training, she was much weaker than him.

The soft fabric of the dress caressed my skin as I walked through the grand hall, my arm linked with Favian’s. I had never worn anything this beautiful in my life. The gown was a deep emerald green, shimmering under the soft lights as if it were alive. I felt elegant, powerful, like someone worth admiring. It was a far cry from the ragged woman I had been only days ago. Favian’s hand gripped mine gently, but there was a firmness to it, and it made me feel safe. This was no ordinary night, it was my introduction to the world as his mate, as Luna of the Furbloom Pack.

She murmured, leaning back on the chair. "Do you fear large crowds?" Caspian asked, raising an eyebrow. "Hello, I'm a dragon, and there are wolf shifters out there." Mona scowled and put her arms across her chest. "I'm not going out there." "You are stubborn, too." Caspian mumbled and slowly nodded. Mona scowled at him. "Would you like me to cause a scene?" Caspian moved closer to her, grabbing her chin and stared in amusement as her eyes turned into their golden reptile form and sharpened at him. "You are free to make a scene at the next two visitations. Not this one."

Scarlet moaned aloud as Xavier surged deeper inside of her. "Ahhh!" Scarlet cried out as Xavier began thrusting furiously in and out of her. He held her hips tightly in his hands as he continued to pound into her. Scarlet screamed with delight as he finally hit an empty spot inside of her and she came again. Scarlet buried her face in the crook of his shoulder and squeezed his waist. "Xavier!" Scarlet moaned excitedly.

I nod my head and rev the throttle and try to catch up with Mystique. She manoeuvres again, leaping over a barbed wire fence. Shit! I brake hard; the bike going up onto the front tyre as I land back down. Mystique is a blur of black as she runs. The convoy comes to a stop behind me. I dismount from the bike and look at the fence in front of me. “What’s the holdup?” Scythe says as he comes up to my side and I point to the fence. He groans and walks away.

He finally believed that she really knew where Doflamingo was. “Doflamingo is a person who like to have fun, especially with women. I hate men like this,” Mona grumbled. “Mona, you’re also a frequent visitor here, aren’t you?” Joshua mumbled. After all, what was Mona’s personality like? She was a charming social butterfly. “Are you talking back to me? I’ve never done anything that he’s done. I feel sick when those men touch me.” Mona huffed. “Alright, Sorry, I’ve misunderstood you,” Joshua felt embarrassed.

She looked very similar to Roma, but she was Roma’s cousin. She didn’t meet Mona personally but had seen her with Roma and Alpha Nolan. “You filthy witch. Let me go,” Naomi still yelled at Mona and the other witches. Mona grimaced, and without thinking much, she slapped Naomi hard. Naomi’s second scream got stuck inside her throat, and she looked at Mona with a shocked expression. “I said save your breath, mutt. Your friends are here to save you, but now they are running with their tails tucked between their legs to save their lives. I am going to take you out to see the show.” Mona taunted, but Naomi gasped aloud in shock.

"I want to go on top." Happy to oblige, Damon laid back and helped Scar on top of him. She positioned her thighs on either side of his hips, and she lowered herself down onto his cock. He speared her, and she threw her head back in a throaty moan, revealing the column of her throat as she sank down onto him fully. She took his full, thick length easily after months of training her for his size, and now Scar rode his cock eagerly, grinding her hips against against him.