Scaramouche And Mona Novels & Stories

He groaned inaudibly. " So... Will you help me?" Thoma stared at Scarlett, a frown on his face. " I'm not doing this for you." He stated before furrowing his brows in thought. " What is it you want me to do?" He asked. Scarlett let out a sigh, smiling for the first time since she stepped foot into that house. " I want you to to create a scandal. One so big, neither of them will be able to get out without my help." She replied.

She recalled how she had tried to deceive Starvos to steal his blood and was certain that there would be no more chances for her to take his blood without his notice. “That’s why werewolves are troublesome,” whispered Mona. “But if I messed it up now, I would be royally fucked,” she whispered to herself and then stared at the boiling liquid. Quickly she tilted the flask of blood into the beaker and chanted a magic spell, followed by serious of chanting, “Please work, please work, please work!” Mona opened her eyes to see there were no gray clouds seeping out off the beakers. She also noticed how everything was normal and finally breathed out in relief, “Just one more thing and we will get th

The girl siting next to me kept glancing my way smiling. As she was grabbing the chemicals. I watched her closely grabbing some weird looking orange juice mixing it with some thick green looking substance. " Don't mix that Luna.." the girl whispered. " why? " I asked with a raised brow. " and my name is Scarlet.." " yes I know but you are my Luna.." She smiled. " Whats a Luna?" I asked. " You mean Alpha didn't tell you?" She looked at me wide eyed. " Who is Alpha?" I asked.

However, I simply grabbed Mary's phone and said coldly, "Ms. Greene, Laura broke the smartwatch Ms. Brooks bought me. It's worth 3000 dollars. Please pay me back immediately!" Hearing me call her that must have hit her like a hammer. She instantly lost her composure. "So it's true, you've fallen in love with money! That vixen buys you one watch, and suddenly you deny your own mother?! All these years you've eaten my food and lived under my roof, and I never charged you a cent! And now you dare ask me for money?!" The matter eventually fizzled out. However, the next day, I spotted an even more expensive smartwatch on Laura's wrist.

Otherwise, what would be the point of admiring the luxuriousness when the training she desperately needed wouldn’t be received? Unknown to her though, what she was going to gain was much more than what she came for. And one day in the future, she would think back to this day and smile knowing that she made the right choice. “We are here!” **** Meanwhile, standing in front of the mansion was Kayden who had a puzzled expression as he watched the car approaching. [Can you smell it?] Caesar excitedly asked, and Kayden could actually picture Caesar whirring his tail in excitement. How could he not smell it?

"Is everything alright, Mistress?" "I have reasons to be here or I wouldn't be here." Scarlett hissed angrily and stormed into the small old house. She turned and glared at the woman. Monah wouldn't be more than fifty-years-old. She looks small and frail but rumors gas it that her status is decieving. Monah followed her inside, "That's my mistake for asking such stupid question, Mistress, forgive me." Scarlett nodded, taking a seat at the other side of the room. "How was the herbs I gave you three weeks ago?"

“You're no fun, Camille. Lighten up; it's just girl talk." The maid returned then, carrying a leather-bound cheque book. Yara took it, flipping it open with a flourish. She tore out a sheet, blank except for the bank's name, and held it out. "Here,” she said. “Any amount you want. Name your price. Just leave them. Walk away from Arlo and Kael. Sex is one thing, but handling the affairs of the packs? The country? That's no place for distractions. They need focus, not some pretty little thing pulling their strings in the bedroom."

'Mona' 'Mona' 'Mona' Pack mates are cheering for Mona who is strong and beautiful. She never shy away from showing her skills and beauty. Mona ignored Nathan and charged towards Kyra without a warning. Mona is planning to make this as humiliating to Kyra as possible. "No" Nathan tried to stop Mona, because this is foul. But he was a second too late. Mona's fist is is already inches away from Kyra's face.

How do I face him now? Before I could even gather my thoughts, the restroom door creaked open. Laughter drifted in, high-pitched and careless. “Please,” one woman said between giggles, her tone mocking. “Everyone knows she’s just his toy. You know how Andrew can be.” “Toy? That’s generous,” the other woman sneered, her laughter echoing off the tiled walls. “She probably latched onto Andrew Blake the moment she saw his bank account. Typical gold digger move. What else can a nobody like her offer?”

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."