Scaramouche And Mona Novels & Stories

“Lucian mentioned it. Said it would be symbolic. Healing. That we’d finally let go of the past and fix everything.” Her voice cracked. “He made it sound like it was our choice. I didn’t know it was planted. That it was planned without me.” Sienna looked at Monet. “You did this. You manipulated him. Manipulated me.” Monet just shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it? You wanted Scarlett. You got her.” “No,” I snapped. “What you got was a war. One you’re not ready for.” Monet clicked her tongue. “It wouldn’t have been a war if you weren’t always so difficult. You ruin everything, Scarlett. Every damn thing. Like a walking curse.”

Chapter 17 Lyla's POV: Mona? Why on earth is she calling me now? Mona was a stripper I’d crossed paths with at four different nightclubs during my relentless search for the Ruthless Knight. Back then, I’d given her my number, hoping she might come across information about him. But she never called—not once. Even when I tried reaching out, my calls went unanswered. Frustrated, I retraced my steps, visiting every nightclub where she performed, only to be told the same thing: She was “unreachable.”

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.

We both sat down and waited for the ladies. After about ten minutes, two ladies came running. I recognized Anika with her scar. The other one must be the Luna of the Blue Moon pack. "I remember you. You saved me from rogues when I was a child. You were friends with Adam" Anika said as she saw my face. I smiled and nodded my head. That woman still remembered me. "I was sent to save you then. But now I am sent to save both of your husbands. Adam and his friends are in trouble. And it is your destiny to save them." I informed them. While Luna Skylar started panicking, Anika rubbed her back.

Douglas affectionately ruffled my hair. "Exactly. Isn't being with us more fun than dealing with outsiders?" Marcel chimed in, already discussing plans with Douglas to take me on an outing. When she saw that the two had walked away, Mona dropped her fragile act and smirked tauntingly. "Jolene, you don't actually think such a petty trick would get their attention, do you? Who do you think they'll believe if I get hurt right now? You or me?" Before I could react, Mona raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face several times.

"Hahaha! Quick! Look at that beggar. She's made a mess." "Let's count how many precious bottles of liquor that country bumpkin broke!" "I spot a bottle of Lafite Rothschild, two bottles of Romanee-Conti, and three bottles of Macallan Rare… Goodness me. How much is that all worth?" "It's got to be six figures, if not more! Hahaha. She wouldn't be able to cover it even if she sold herself off to the highest bidder!" "Can't afford to pay up, huh?"

I'm a healer. And I've been given a second chance. I'd barely opened my eyes on the border battlefield when the emergency transmission crackled through from the Healers' Guild. "Ivy Mitchell—get to the infirmary, now. The Alpha's been hit bad. You're the only one who can save him." The words hit me like a punch to the chest. Because I'd read this exact message before. In my last life. Last time, I'd dropped everything and rushed back the second I got the call. But by the time I reached the infirmary, the Alpha was already dead. And then—every healer in that room, including my own parents and my sister—pointed at me and screamed that I'd murdered him. The Tribunal sentenced me to death. The p

A distinctly feminine moan alongside Damien’s moan. My stomach did a double somersault. I pushed the door open, and there it was. Like a badly shot scene from a cheap opera, except it was real and happening in 4K with surround sound. Damien was naked as he kept stroking hard on the lady who he was on top of the bed. Her hands are wrapped around his body as she caresses them passionately, moaning out without restraint. He was obviously good at it. I looked closely to see the lady’s face. It was Patricia. What even caught my attention more was the fact Damien was using dildo on her. It was wrapped around his waist while the dildo part was inside Patricia.

she purred, voice dipping into his bones. He frowned. “What are you talking about?” Ava chuckled, shaking her head. “Two years ago, Damian. You don’t remember? The company’s summer gala.” His throat tightened. Of course, he remembered. Flashback – The Gala The Sapphire Ballroom shimmered with crystal chandeliers, casting golden rain over a sea of designer suits and glittering gowns. Damian leaned against the bar, drink untouched, scanning the crowd — until his gaze locked on her. Ava.

"When was the last time you had fun, huh? You're gonna turn into one of those grumpy old werewolves if you're not careful." Noah huffed, but there was a small twitch of his lips that hinted at a reluctant smile. "Fine," he said, standing up and shoving his papers aside. "But don't expect me to enjoy myself." "You heard the man," Damien said, his grin returning. "Let's go get some drinks. Maybe a little dancing. And so the three of them left the company, the sound of laughter echoing through the halls. * Moon shadow* Layla could be seen walking through the hallway with her maids, she was heading to Nora’s suite