Scaramouche Book Novels & Stories

“I’m here to save you, mademoiselle! Je suis, Amelia, la magnifique!” “What does that mean?” Scarlett frowns. “It means she’s an idiot who speaks in broken French whenever she’s excited,” Sara groans, rolling her eyes. “Je parle beaucoup français!” Amelia claims. Scarlett has no idea what she’s saying but she giggles. The three of them sprint off to play the Three Musketeers. It’s based on a book but the three girls added their own flair. Amelia takes on the role of Athos, Sara, Porthos, and Scarlett is Aramis.

i immediately summon scar to show up ,this time i tell him to make a beautiful entry ,because we are finally going to kill someone and this time we are going burn the who city down ,without the demons . I've never seen scam this happy in my life ,smiling with a breath of fire as he appears in the sky and flies around the forest green pack in circles entertaining every one especially the pups what tried catching him ,he finally lands and i hop on his back as he took off ,heading for the direction of the blood moon pack ,somebody please tell them destruction is coming ,the smirk on my face said .

With a single shake of his head, he left the office for his own, determined to dig it out of Christian. Christian poured himself a glass of The Dalmore Constellation 1964 scotch. He chugged the expensive liquid in one gulp. He merely blinked as it burned his throat, he placed the glass on the cabinet. His thoughts drifted yet again to the girl, he cussed himself for not asking her name. He had no idea about where she lived, he didn't get her phone number either.

Yet, almost three textbooks have already been disposed of in the corner, insightful but useless to Z’s situation. One rainy night, she came across a tattered book in the pile of books she ought to read. It was the first book the librarian gave her but owing to its old look and almost ruined cover, she neglected it and decided to have a look at those with an eye-catching cover. Now that she looked at it again, she felt a certain spark of magic twinkling from it. She traced the pattern embossed on the cover, thinking that it would have been better to see it freshly printed. From the stains and dirt blurring the illustration of an eye pierced by an arrow, she’d seen the words, ‘Scars: Magic Unk

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

Was I really going to do this just to avenge my old self? . . . I was relaxing by the pool when a convoy of exotic cars arrived in my father’s compound. I took off my sun shades to see properly who the visitor was. Gabriel Damasco. “How dare you, Imelda!?” He growled as soon as he was out of his car and walked angrily to me. He was in one of his expensive Prada business suits—the devil wears Prada and Gabriel Damasco was a handsome Devil at that. “I assume you have received the papers from Hernandez.”

However, the crowd was too excited as they started cheering for the magician, encouraging me again and again to cooperate with him. Holding my sleeve, Lean whispered in a low voice, “M’lady, no need to go there. He looks suspicious.” The cheering of the crowd was only increasing with every passing second. Assuring Lean, I stood up from my seat and headed to the stage. The magician welcomed me with a red rose as he instructed me in his velvety and playful voice, “My my! What a lovely lady we have found here! Should I steal her for me?” The crowd started cheering loudly while whistling and agreeing with him, “Yes! Yes! She is so pretty! I would even like to steal her!”

"This is what you did to Amaranth, and now I will make sure you suffer the same death!" Luther spread gasoline everywhere. The moment Reya sniffed the distinctive and sharp smell of gasoline, she wrapped herself tightly around his foot. "Luther, are you insane? It’s me, Reya! The girl you love the most!" It was the wrong thing to say because it provoked him even further. His expression turned from blank to a hideous scowl. He glared at her vehemently, then grabbed her hair and roared in her ears.

I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead. I said, "Mom, this is the last time I'll ever call you that. I'm not you. I didn't rot my brain reading those stupid romance novels! From now on, the four of us will live happily together. As for you, do yourself a favor and remove those trashy books from your phone!" Seeing that I showed no remorse, she flew into a rage. She cursed at me, saying, "I must have underestimated that vixen's methods! So what if they're married? They can still get divorced!"