Rascal Synonym Novels & Stories

she added, "Tank has this friend named Raptor who is ridiculously hot. I wouldn't mind getting a taste of him." "Raptor? What kind of name is that?" I couldn't help but find the nickname peculiar, my mind automatically associating it with the ferocious dinosaurs in Jurassic Park. Krystal chuckled. "Raptor is some kind of bird of prey. Trust me, you don't want to get on his bad side. Tank said his temper is legendary." "Hmm, he sounds like someone to steer clear of," I advised. "No matter how attractive he may be."

“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?”

"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

“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.