Novel & Cerita Scaramouche Book

I almost rolled my eyes, bored of her antics. Before I shunned whatever she was doing off, the book glowed in bright red. "What in the?" I exclaimed. "Moon oath magic," she said triumphantly. "This book has a message." She strode towards us elegantly and opened the pages to us, which were now filled with drawings and writing. "Look at this," she told us. Scarlett gasped. "Herrera." "Herrera?" We looked at the image again. A woman with long white hair, white brows, lashes, a white garment with gold accessories.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains content that may be disturbing to some readers, including themes of death and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised. "Do you have a reservation, ma'am?" the man asked as I gazed at the lavish restaurant. It was Friday night, so the place was packed. Most people were dressed to the nines, adorned with fancy clothes and jewelry. Earlier, a woman had given me a head-to-toe once-over, but I just arched an eyebrow, pretending to be unbothered.

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

Scarlett’s POV I stepped into the dining area, finding Lucian waiting at the table, alone. Stasia was truly gone, just as he’d promised. I felt a strange mix of relief and pressure all at once. “You look good,” he said, his voice warm and genuine. My heart betrayed me, leaping at the simple compliment, though I forced myself to remain neutral, trying to keep my emotions in check. But the mate bond’s pull was undeniable, and the longer I stayed with him and the others, the more it felt like a force working on its own, beyond my control. Last night, I’d slept deeply, wrapped in Lucian’s scent, that rich pinewood I was now learning to crave. I knew each of their scents by heart—Maxwell’s was ea

While Scarlet was busy reading the book and absorbing the contents inside her mind , she was also thinking that she is the born queen of the mermaid clan and she have to gather them . But she wasn't sure till now as if her thoughts were also muddleheaded like her own self. So , she thought to return the book back to Mr. camel , but then something unexpected happened. The book suddenly started to change its color and became like a water manuscript in her hands. Some words also started to appear over the pages. This all had made the girl dumbstruck when she realised that she had been cursing the book writer.

Matthew lounged behind his desk with a blonde employee perched on his lap, her lips grazing his jaw, her hands running over him like he wasn’t sitting in a damn office. Pathetic. My hand slid into my pocket as my gaze hardened on him. “Long time, brother,” he smirked, stroking the woman’s thigh like he wasn’t ashamed. The word brother dripped with mockery. I ignored him and fixed my gaze on the woman. “Get out.” The cold edge in my voice made her freeze. She glanced at Matthew like she needed his approval first. He leaned to whisper something in her ear and only then did she rise and scurry past me, leaving behind her perfume and cheap desperation.

She chuckled and walked to the shelf, she trailed her fingers on the books looking for one with a title she might like. She saw Romeo and Juliet by Williams Shakespeare, it's an old book but she's kind of a romantic. Scarlett smirked and brought it out from its position. "Cool" She smiled, staring at the red book cover. She walked to Xavier's seat and sat down on it. She flipped the pages of the book and began reading. It looked interesting but Shakespearean English was getting her tired and bored. "Thou hast…" She yawned and her eyes slowly closed. The door suddenly slammed shut and it jerked out of the nightmare she was facing.

He said, turning his gaze at Mr Thompson. "What help do you need, your majesty?" He asked, readily available to do whatever it is Luci wanted. "I need a book that bears the interpretation of scars. Where can I find it?" He requested. "His majesty shouldn't worry about it, I know where to find the book. Follow me." Luci sighed because he had wasted minutes of his time searching for nothing. He followed Mr Thompson to a shelf which had a bold written heading; THE BOOK OF SCARS.

“They didn’t touch me.” I let out a breath. “Good.” Scarface chuckled. “Touch her? Please. I’m reckless, not suicidal.” I finally looked at him. “Then you’ve got about thirty seconds left to live.” He grinned. “Big talk for someone who walked in alone.” I held up the ledger. “You want this, right?” His eyes gleamed. “Toss it.” I did. But he never caught it. Because that was the cue. In the instant his eyes flicked toward the flying book, two things happened.

He seemed pretty much troubled then sighed. He stretched his hand. "Here, take it." "What is this?" Scar finally asked, taking the book. "I have never wanted you to become a perfumer and chose a major that could help you with your future. But, you are so obsessed with not listening to me..." He sighed again. "And if you are that determined to be a perfumer, this book could help you." It was totally unbelievable and completely unexpected from Connor O'Dean. Scar almost asked if he was drunk but controlled her itch.