Scaramouche Book Novels & Stories

Lombardi's men. "Madam, it's good that you arrived." Giuseppe extends his hand, but I keep my glasses and scarf on. "As you can see, this man here is one of the many rats who planned to embezzle your husband and, at the time, your father-in-law." As soon as he finishes saying this, the gagged man looks at us with terror, first at one and then at the other. From his expression, I guess he already knows who I am, so I decide to remove my glasses.

And each new, clearer sketch had a different word underneath. “This is useless. Nothing makes sense,” Shem scoffed and dumped a book on the table. Crusoe however narrowed his eyes as he glanced across all the books. The last one was in his hand and it had the clearest picture of a wolf surrounded by orange and yellow fire. It was infact, made of the fire itself. And underneath it was the word ‘Mate’. “Open the books. All of them to the page with the sketch,” Crusoe spoke up. “Why?” Jericho asked though he was already flipping a book to find the page.

She moved over them, fingers tracing over things, trying to discover some type of order among disorder. And she stopped her fingers. Teardrops over an old wood box was a small leather book, front inscription S.B. Samuel Blackwood. She swallowed and let it out, harsh paper scratching on top of each other. It was neat, task writing—organization, messages, account keeping. Nothing was given on the page—except the last few entries. A sentence leaped out at her, her stomach twisting. "The girl will have to be kept safe. She's worth more to them than they realize. If Harrison gets wind—"

Long after Scar stormed out of Sebastian’s company, her hands are still shaking. It takes three of Authur for her to snap out of it to hear his question. “Where are we heading now, Miss?” Authur is patient just as the first time he asked her. “Sorry!” Scar takes a deep breath, combing her hair with her fingers to calm herself, “Let me…give me a minute.” She’s two hours early for her dinner plan with Damian. Either going back to Silco, or sitting by herself for another two hours. But Scar wants to do neither.

"Who... who is your intended?" My emotions surged like the ocean during a full moon, impossible to calm. I looked up to meet Nathan's sincere gaze, the connection between our wolves undeniable. He approached me through the crowd, knelt before me, and carefully cleaned my wine-stained attire with a ceremonial cloth. Then he took my hand and led me away from the chaos. Our fingers interlocked naturally, his warm touch reassuringly stroking the back of my hand, making my omega feel completely secure for the first time.

} Victoria noticed a purple screen pop up in front of her after the system's words, and on the screen was a large book with the title. "Beginner's Guide to Hacking" {You have to become the best at what you do, or else I would be too ashamed to call you my host!}

But he didn't, his gaze shifted, now fixed on me, as he slowly set the book aside, my eyes looking away from his very direction, as I could feel the hotness of my face increase with each passing second of his fingers, closing round my wool. The sudden pressure against my scar caught my attention, my gaze fluttered a bit to his, before looking away again. A short scoff escaped his lips into my ears, as he then drew closer, “Now, mind telling me why you are snooping around, dear little brother?” he asked, his breath heavy against mine. “Hmm… nothing…. I…. Wasn't…,” I stammered, my mind still in total chaos, from the feel of his touch and breath on me at the moment.

And you definitely did not belong in the bed of Jake. A number of heads were turned in adjoining tables. I clenched my teeth, and I was forced to be calm. I was not going to grant her the satisfaction. But on one occasion, she made a sweeping motion, and her cup slipped and spilled milk all over my shoes. "Oh God," said she, smiling at pretence to horror. "Oops." The shoe was getting wet with the white liquid, cold and humiliating. Now everybody was staring. Cassandra bent down, pretending to help. "You had better clean that out, or you will start to smell of rotten milk."

he kissed me so passionately after me nodding my head. So what did you think of this chapter don't forget to vote and comment

Chapter 5: Absolutely Ruined! The castle of Nevera 1822 Prince Aldrich Theano It's a new month! Prince Aldrich pulls the reins of his mount as he neared the royal stables, his friends racing after him on their own horses.... Nickolaus raced past him in full speed hooting out in victory as he won the match yet again. Aldrich seems to have lost by not paying attention. If anyone didn't notice the change in Prince Aldrich after his visit to Madam Dubois's Pleasure Palace then they do not know him that well