Novel & Cerita Scaramouche And Mona

Ronica said instead. Mona cackled. "If you are not having an affair, that means you are the one wearing the deep fakes. I can't believe you tried to embarrass Jimmy by accepting fake jewelry not knowing he had already bought me the real ones. Shame on you." Mona's verbal abuse was not deemed enough by her, she grabbed the nearest red wine bottle and emptied its contents on the front of Ronica's dress. "Give me the necklace and earrings," she ordered triumphantly. Amazed at her brazenness, Ronica could only stare at her with mortification as she wondered how she was going to repay her (Mona) for this slight. Mona was smirking. She walked up to Ronica and whispered into her ear.

It’s soft, insisting, possessive and I want him to do that. I want him to claim me. To mark me. To make me his. I take a nap with Maya and I dream of him. I dream of me and Roman, living here in this packhouse. Maya runs around, squealing in happiness, she’s appreciated for who she is in this household. Her value isn’t related in any way to her gender. Roman and I spend nights together and during the day, we become the power couple of legend, effectively juggling work, projects, alliances, plans for expansion… My hair is brown. Not Black, and I am Luna Scarlett of the Ironclaw pack.

McLauren leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes narrowing as Mona came into view on the screen. Red hair. Soft face. Out of place. Interesting. "Who the hell is she?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Behind him, the manager shifted nervously, already sweating. "Uh... she's new. Ticket booth." McLauren didn't look at him. "Name." "Mona." Silence. Long. Heavy. McLauren watched the screen, studying the way she smiled, the way she reacted to Kane. The way Kane reacted to her.

Mona scolded when she was accused of playing a witch doctor to ensnare Arka. "Lho ... don't be angry, you're just joking," Susan snapped, glaring in annoyance as Mona pushed her towards the main door. "Joking is your brain, go away already! If you're only here for gossip or slander, you'd better leave!" scolded Mona, glaring angrily back at Susan. "You arrogant bastard!" grumbled Susan then moved out of the gate followed by Mona. "Uncle, close the gate! Remember not to let anyone else in without me knowing." Mona rushed in and dropped her butt on the sofa, she was furious at being accused by Susan.

“You can’t possibly put the fate of all the packs in the hands of someone who doesn’t even have a wolf!” “I just did.” The silence at the table was deafening. Elena didn’t know what to say or do. Running was at the top of her priorities, but she couldn’t abandon Damien. Not now, not ever. “All hail Luna Elena!” someone shouted from the other end of the table. Other voices joined in the celebration tentatively at first and then with genuine happiness. It seemed that no one had really wanted Mona to be the Luna after all. “Are you all crazy? She can’t be the Luna! She doesn’t have a wolf!” Mona’s anger intensified to the point that her wolf showed through her eyes, completely obscuring her hum

She had trained until her muscles screamed, but still her father looked past her to praise the Alpha’s perfect daughter. And now finally the Moon Goddess had handed her the sharpest weapon of all. A scandal. A shame. A ruin so deep it could not be hidden. Jessica’s heart pounded, her breaths shallow with anticipation. She could already see it—the way the Elders’ faces would tighten in disgust, the way the whispers of the pack would sharpen into knives. The way Alpha Mason’s pride would crumble into ashes. And Aria? Aria would fall. The untouchable Aria Moonclaw would finally be dragged into the dirt where she belonged.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

I repeated, my voice a little more forceful this time, hoping she'd buy it. But Mona was no fool. Her sharp eyes bored into me, as if trying to uncover every lie I was spewing. She wasn’t going to let this go so easily. "Really?" Mona smirked, eyes glinting with malicious amusement. "Funny how I haven’t seen you act this... mysterious before. Normally, you’re so transparent. But today? It’s like you’ve got a secret you’re trying to keep from me. What is it? You don’t actually think I’d let you go without knowing where you’re headed, do you?"

“You must not tell anyone else of it. I only tell you now so you know that neither of them knows what they are doing. These are primordial spirits desperate for each other; his alpha and her Luna.” “Damn,” Sonia said under her breath. “Are we seriously just gonna watch though? It seems perverted.” Mona finally managed to separate herself from the kiss and run off to her car. “I guess they beat the spirits,” Sonia murmured. “They only delay the inevitable,” Nick stated.

Relishing it. Let's see how they would like it. "Look at her laugh. I don't know what he sees in her!" "She must know how to give a good head. Heard that nonsense wins men over faster." Collecting my tray of food, I rose suddenly and watched them snap their mouths shut. Three women. The one with a gigantic bob cut on her head had to be Diana. She sat in the middle between a blonde-haired witch and a black-haired bramble, peering up at me warily.