Scaramouche And Mona Novels & Stories

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?”

I had made her take the fall for my mistakes multiple times. If she becomes the next Luna, Father, Mom and I wouldn't be spared. She might want revenge on all of us. Tristan did no better, he made another his fated mate after bluntly promising to make her his Luna when he becomes the next Alpha. My gaze moved to one of the Omega maids who worked in our pack house estate. She carried a bowl of fresh berries and coconuts. “You…get over here.” I snapped at her. Her feet trembled as she moved closer, pinning her eyes to the floor.

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.

I knew it was probably a trap, but my longing for my mother and my desperation to get the music back won out over my reason. But I was careful. I told the butler where I was going. When I pushed open the door to room 502, I wasn't met with my music, but with two large, strong men. One of them had a brutish face and eyes filled with a disgusting greed and lust. I recognized him instantly. Marco, a rival capo, a pig known for his cruelty and depravity. "Haha, you really came, my dear sister." Bianca stepped out of the shadows, a twisted, triumphant smile on her face.

Being good-looking was a bonus as well. With pure blonde hair, average height, shiny big eyes, plump lips, and eye-drawing curves that filled her black lengthy dress. But an Omega. Scarlett De Luca. "Mate," my wolf spoke as my eyes lingered on her. It had only occurred to me that she stared at me for the same reason, utter skepticism. There was no way that I would be fated to an Omega. My wolf repeated the same thing, and the sudden attraction to be near her only made things worse.

Mona sucked and licked up the blood that came out of the carcass of the rabbit and as for the flesh, she shred it to bit and feasted on it. How could one not enjoy something so delicious. Waiting for Zen felt like forever but when he came , she could smell him. He was one of the four persons whose scent she could not mistake for another. The second was Linny's and the rest were Damian's and his bitch of a girlfriend. Just thinking about her provoked Mona and she howled.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

A burn of pain ripped through my face as she dragged the sharp tip of the scissors down the unscarred side of my face, engraving a thick line from my hairline down to my jaw. I screamed in pain as blood began to pour down my pain. "Rest in pieces, Renee" I lay there, feeling my life slip away, too drained to even cry. I may have lived my whole life with a horribly scarred face and been branded a monster, but that day, I realized that there were people worse than monsters.

Cute. "What are you doing here? Why did you leave the room?" "You didn't tell me not to leave the room," "Neither did I tell you to leave the room, lavender," Mona blinked at him then rolled her eyes. "We are even." Caspian guffawed. The trembling girl disappeared, but where to? "I don't even." He hissed deeply, pushing his hair back. Mona took a deep breath. Finding his every movements deeply seductive, she froze as he abruptly grabbed her wrist and the ice cream bowl.