Scaramouche And Mona Novels & Stories

She looked very similar to Roma, but she was Roma’s cousin. She didn’t meet Mona personally but had seen her with Roma and Alpha Nolan. “You filthy witch. Let me go,” Naomi still yelled at Mona and the other witches. Mona grimaced, and without thinking much, she slapped Naomi hard. Naomi’s second scream got stuck inside her throat, and she looked at Mona with a shocked expression. “I said save your breath, mutt. Your friends are here to save you, but now they are running with their tails tucked between their legs to save their lives. I am going to take you out to see the show.” Mona taunted, but Naomi gasped aloud in shock.

Sera had this boastful smile on her face like a kid. “Oh my fucking God… she’s a goddess” Luiz finally with an exaggerated gasp. I’ve never really acknowledged my looks but this at moment I thanked the Moon goddess for it. That only means that Luiz didn’t recognize me as I had thought. What’s with these people and being dramatic? He stretched his hand and we shook hands. “Am Luiz, the most handsome guy in Scarlet” Monna burst into a trail of laughter and I couldn’t help but smile. “ don’t mind her Monna, she’s a psycho,” Luiz said while rolling his eyes which earned him a smack on the head.

This table of food might’ve been touched by that old pervert earlier—no way she’d let her master eat it. Adriana chuckled. “Mental cleanliness, huh?” She could clearly see how much Mona disliked Baldwin. “How could my pure, ice-clear flower of a master be tainted by that crooked, shameless old man?” Adriana packed up her briefcase and patted Mona on the head like a puppy. “Let’s go, my good disciple!” Mona made claws with her hands and scratched her cheeks, squealing, “Aim~!” Adriana looked at her in amusement.

I kept my head low as I was pushed forward. Every eye that lingered on me started knives, Every lips whispered insults as cruel as Theron's heart. “She deserves it!” “Good riddance.” “Finally, Scarface is gone. My nightmares have come to an end.” I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, swallowing the sun rising in my throat. I also heard Camila's voice. “Aww, poor Violeta.” She cooed, faking her sympathy. “I hope the rogues don't rip you apart out there.”

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.

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?"