Novel & Cerita Scaramouche And Mona

ANIKA'S POV:- I turned to look at Adam who had a mischievous smirk on his face. He raised a brow at me and I shook my head. I grabbed the bowl of oatmeal and started digging in. "Your chair is empty. Sit on that. Mom!" Skylar said in a mocking tone as she called mom. She knew my weak point. I gulped hard as my mom was glaring at me. She was about to open her mouth when Aura took the charge again.

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

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

Her dark eyes sneered at my wide shoulders, my thick waist, and my black tunic. "She wears the clothes of a stable hand," the woman sneered, leaning over to whisper to the man next to her, though her voice carried across the whole room. "She has the build of one, too. Is this what the Lycan court has come to? We breed with royalty, Valerius, not with southern plow horses." A few low, harsh chuckles broke out down the table. My throat closed up tight. For a second—just one humiliating second—I was back at Gideon’s kitchen table. I was seventeen, wearing a stained apron, listening to Sienna laugh while Tristan looked down at his plate and pretended he didn't hear her calling me a cow.

But she knew her limits. Her hands were shaking too badly. She could barely stand. Doing her own makeup was beyond her right now. So she sat. The moment she did, Marissa was on her, yanking a brush through her wet hair with unnecessary force. Luna's head snapped back, her scalp burning. As they worked, they kept up their cruel gossip. How Luna had let herself go, how Damon deserved better, how Helen knew how to present herself properly. They hinted of the time Helen and Damon had been spending together without fear.

"I bought ten whole cartons of organic strawberries just so we could make strawberry mousse glacee today! You turned all my whipping cream into chocolate ganache, and now you're the one throwing a tantrum at me!" Seeing that she wasn't going to let me leave, I confronted her. "What about you? "First, you used AI to generate photos of rotten fruit and treated everyone like idiots. Then, you threw the chocolate ganache I made straight into the trash can." Laurel unbotheredly wrapped her arms around mine. "Cassie, I know you mean well. You're just scared the seller is going to cause me trouble, aren't you?" I evaded her hand, so it was left hanging in midair. Her expression stiffened briefly.

Bianca stepped out of the shadows, a twisted, triumphant smile on her face. "Bianca, where's the music?" I backed away, but one of the men grabbed my hair from behind and threw me onto the sofa. "The music? It's already ashes!" Bianca looked down at me, her eyes full of jealousy and malice. "You worthless woman, what right do you have to have the Don's favor? After today, you'll be a filthy thing anyone can touch! I want to see if the great Don Valerius still wants you when you're nothing but used goods!"

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”