Novel & Cerita Scaramouche And Mona

I didn't like the way he called my sister Alicia Scarface, in reference to the scar that marked her face. “Wait, did you say one of them has a scar on her face? You sure it isn't Alicia?" Eric had asked. “Who is Alicia? Anyway the Scarface said her name was Joyce Donaldson. Could be she lied." Brice said. My heart was now thumping dangerously. “I need to talk to you alone Brice. Can Andrew wait outside?" Eric had demanded and I walked out of the radio room. I wasn't gone far when I heard the next instructions.

“Smack!” The maid was stunned into oblivion after she got smacked in the face by the quiet Saffron. Even the chauffeur was shocked. How could a young girl like Saffron slap someone older than her? Even though she might be the new madam, she still doesn’t have the right! The chauffer thought.

Monique stumbled down the steps, reaching out to touch the urn. Watching her look so dazed, I applauded Ms. Kinsley. The strange thing was, I felt no connection to that box whatsoever. Ms. Kinsley dodged, and Monique fell to the ground. "I don't believe you! That's not Scott. You're lying!" Monique's eyes were red as she scrambled up and lunged at Ms. Kinsley. They both crashed heavily to the ground.

I barked at her, my eyes glued to the look of horror on Tate's face. "Unless, you fight me for it." "What?!" I frowned at her, glancing over at Grace. She looked just as confused. "I'm challanging you, Rhyder..." She rolled her eyes. Like it was supposed to be obvious. "And all the rules apply: winner takes the pack and the loser leaves." Grace stepped forward. "That's madness, Meghan! Please, just stop this! Enough is enough!" Meghan only glared at her. She wanted what she wanted and she wasn't going to stop until she had it.

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

"I bought you for fifty million euros, little bird. Not to love you... but to break you."Vivienne Sterling (19) was once the billionaire princess of New York’s high society. But after her evil stepmother frames her for a corporate crime, her father publicly disowns her and strips her of her name. With no money and a fake passport, Vivienne is exiled to Europe only to be captured and put on a secret, elite marriage auction stage. Don Lucian De Vitis (28) is the ruthless, scarred monarch of the French Mediterranean mafia. He lives for one thing: revenge against the Sterling family who tried to ruin his empire. When he sees Vivienne on the auction block, he doesn't see a woman he sees the perf

"Do you consider us weird?" "No, Mistress Clara." "No?" Shamira asked incredulously. "Bondage vampires from hell isn't weird?" "Monique is a werewolf, not a vampire. And no, it isn't odd for us at all." "Werewolf?" Clara smiled. "Our guest is a woman of few words," she said. "Monique, I think she might like a display." "Display?" Shamira asked. "What kind of display?" Monique stood up and quickly undressed. While this was happening, Shamira pulled on the sweats, which were way too tight for her. Her breasts were amazingly firm (thank you Mr. Plastic Surgeon), so the lack of a bra wasn't a problem.

“Well, she’s here.” Several women murmured in agreement. “I think calling it a competition is an insult,” Mona continued. “To me, certainly. When the outcome is already decided, what is there to compete over?” Her confidence was impressive. She truly believed she’d won. I found it amusing. Instead of responding immediately, I reached up and slowly unwrapped the scarf from around my neck. The movement drew everyone’s attention. The mate mark was fully visible now, the scar tissue catching the afternoon light. Gasps echoed around the table.

“ Mom , what is she doing here ? “ asked Amra . “ Mona is very kind and visits me often , bringing me delicacies and presents . “ said madam Ariana . “ Amra , it’s been a while . I am happy to see you . How have you been ? “ said Mona innocently . “ I am afraid I can’t share the same excitement . What are you doing here ? This is pur family business and by the looks of it m you keep visiting often . “ said Amra . “ I am concerned about madam Ariana and mr Andrea . I consider them my family . “ said Mona . “ Mhm ! I am sure you do but they aren’t your family . They are my family and Ayla’s family . Get that in your head and don’t get any strange ideas . Mona looked at her with a smirk then su