Scaramouche Book Novels & Stories

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

After losing his entire retirement savings to a scam, my father-in-law, Kyle Knight, tried to kill himself by overdosing on pills. I frantically called my husband, Joshua Knight, a psychology expert, hoping he could talk his father out of it. "Dad lost his entire retirement fund to a scam. He left a suicide note, and he's trying to kill himself. Come home!" Instead, Joshua snapped at me for making such a big deal out of it. "Your dad's made plenty of bad decisions before. Maybe this'll finally teach him a lesson. Don't bother me with stupid stuff like this again. I'm trying to watch a movie with Vanessa." For a second, I thought he hadn't heard me clearly. I was about to tell him that t

I smeared it across the page before it could close. The book shuddered in my hands. A faint light crawled across the words, swallowing them until a name burned bright in the center. My name. Laila in red then it faded. For some reason I was unfazed even when the book flipped its own page and stopped at a guide. This book belongs to the Scarlet witch A false host, you are a thief Return to the temple Or the curse you shall receive. "I need a spell on how to return to the village. Not a pointless lecture.”

She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin. She set the book down carefully on the floor and wiped the dust from the front. Immediately, she jumped in shock. There, on the cover, was the same image she’d seen on her grandma’s leather box, and in the Voynich manuscript. Only this time the strange face on the front of the book wasn’t so surreal—it was as clear as day. It was an image of Scarlet’s face.

She looked like she had been dragged through the mud. Mrs. Smith asked crossly, “What happened?” Chavonne pouted and was about to complain when I interrupted first, lowering my lashes pitifully. “Mrs. Smith, it seems everyone has misunderstood the contents of our conversation yesterday. I still don’t know why you suddenly singled me out, but like you said, the girl in the photo has a mole on her neck, and I don’t. “You’ll bear witness for me, won’t you? Surely you won’t side with Chavonne just because she’s your daughter.”

☆Kate☆ I woke up with a radiant smile stretching across my face, beaming from ear to ear. Today was the day I was going to reclaim my marriage and deliver a stunning blow to that witch from the depths of hell. I could almost envision her bursting into flames upon learning that I was carrying a Norwood Heir. That was her dream, one I had snatched from her grasp, shattering it into a million pieces. I suspected this was the main reason she was targeting me.

'Expect some drama at the celebration,' she wrote. The school's hundred-year anniversary attracted top educators and major sponsors. I held Clara's hand and spotted Caspian with his arm around Aveline's waist. The whispers around me were deafening. "He doesn't take any loss. Flunked the exam, got dumped by Aveline, and now he's kissing up to the mafia princess." "Like father, like son. I heard that his dad sells fish, and his mom's crazy. No surprise he's up to nothing."

My niece, Scarlet was sent to hurry me along. As We entered the main house my eyes grew at the sight. Tadeas was helping Bethany in the kitchen. She didn’t usually allow any assistance in there. He must be a real smooth talker. I wondered why he didn’t have that effect on me. “Well now that you are finally here, enjoy your food. I will see you in the morning, mother duty calls.” She said winking at me before exiting the room with Scarlet. “Subtle sis.” I said before she was out of ear shot. “Sorry about her.” I said to Tadeas, unsure why I was apologizing.

They let their antagonists step all over them until later on in the story, they gain confidence and step up to the situations life puts in their way. Charlotte, on the other hand, already has a very strong personality from the beginning. She speaks her mind and doesn’t let anyone trample all over her. She isn’t mean, but she won’t let anyone take advantage of her… except for the people she loves. I want her to be real, and real people have shades of grey. They make mistakes. They give in to their desires sometimes. One of Charlotte’s antagonists is herself, and I wanted to explore her personal growth through the conflicts she has thanks to the decisions she makes. What was your inspiration t

“Princess has only seen me as her admirer till now that’s why she never took me sincerely. She shooed me as if I were her puppy. But I can’t blame her either. I was too lenient on her but you and everyone know Scar that Damien Knight despises insult.” He said, his expression turned grim. “You were right. She never took me seriously because she had a choice but now, I would become her only option.” His gaze then dropped to the book on the ground that fell from Emma’s bag during the brawl with David. Damien walked there and picked it up. He chuckled dryly, “She is proud of her education, right? So, we’ll start from here only.” Damien spoke and clutched the book tightly between his fingers. Her