Rascal Synonym Novels & Stories

“You little rascal…” ***

I repeated, "Because alpha's are strong and rogues-well, they are weak and they are only allowed to mate with their own kind." I hated calling myself a rogue, the term itself wasn't rogue, in the early 80's, rogues were called mongrels, a dog that belonged nowhere. Lone-wolf, rogue and rascal were other words to describe a wolf that had separated from it's pack. To satisfy himself, Martin went through the script again and then nodded his head, "Well, that's bad."

He tilted his head down I leaned in, placing my forehead against his. ”It’s your horse, princess,” I turned around, facing the people who had stopped to watch. ”Not a day went by that you weren't in here, tending to your horse, riding, or reading him a story.” The caretaker wiped a tear. I looked at the stable box and saw the name ’Rascal’ burnt into the box. ”Rascal?” I asked and looked at the caretaker. ”Yes, you named him that because you thought it sounded like Rasmus, like your father.”

“You were taken from the forest and brought to Doctor Goodman’s pet shop. I can’t let him hurt you. I’m going to try and get you two out of here. I am truly sorry that this happened.” “Who are you?” Were the first words out of her mouth. “They call me Ratchet. I’m a slave.” He pointed to his collar.”Dodger bought me from the slaver market because I have no house mark. Plus I am a mutant.” Cassia looked at him curiously. “Mutant? You look like a wildling to me.” “A wildling? I have never heard that term before.” Ratchet felt the heaviness on his heart lighten up with her words.” You were found in the woods with two other mutants, were they your slaves?”

Mary's voice resonated once again, urging Alisha. "I'm on my way! Just give me a moment!" Alisha swiftly responded. Adorned in a cute pair of shorts, a matching crop top, and denim shoes, Alisha descended the stairs and inquired, "Mother Mary, who were you shouting at?" Mary scolded her, "You little rascal! You're going to be late!" Curious, Alisha asked, "What does 'rascal' mean, Mother?" Deep in her thoughts, Mary sighed and prayed, "This child is so innocent, may God protect her from the cruelties of the world."

"If no one would be angry, I would have supported you for Gravanza, but I might end up beaten." "What?" I asked because I was confused by what Rascal said. He's so impossible. Do I looked like I'm interested with Saint? "Nothing... I'm hungry, aren't you going home yet, Wynzlette?" My forehead furrowed even more. "Go home if you're hungry, why are you here and what are you doing here?" Rascal scratched his head. I can't believe that he has a side like this because he was so serious during the times I saw and interacted with him. Now, I don't know if he's Astrielle's older brother or younger brother because of his whining.

Ersa says in my head, that wolf is a sass bag, I love her. OK Miss sass where is here? I sass back at my wolf counterpart ermm sh*t I don't know

"Go, Anas Rustam ...Go kill him and come back and take back her honor which you call your love ... Become an adulterer like your father ... Let blow away the honor of this innocent as your father did to your mother ... Become the reason for bringing an illegitimate being into this world ... Like your father made ... the reason for bringing you into this world." "Rascal is not the one whose wife you have picked up .." Rascal is you ... Because you belong to such a lowly and lousy family ... you heard, Anas Rustam, you are Rascal.” While Xenia's eyes got wet ... While Anas's footsteps remained in place ... He turned her face away in amazement and saw her aunt whose tears testified that she was

“So, what’s her name?” Busted. Lucas grinned back. “Rascal.” He wiggled his fingers in front of the raccoon’s face and then held them still so she could catch them in her tiny hands. “Rascal,” the priest said quietly. “I like it.” He let Lucas replace the animal in his lap. “She’s lucky,” he mused as the raccoon inspected the placket of his shirt. “She found a good place.” “Yeah,” Lucas said. “She’s lucky.” He didn’t say it, but he knew the priest could tell what he was thinking. The raccoon wasn’t the only one who’d been lucky.