Scaramouche Book Novels & Stories

Our strides fell into rhythm without effort, instincts aligning in a way that sent a strange ache through my chest. His wolf brushed against mine mentally. It was curious, warm and familiar. Mate, his wolf murmured. Mine responded with a low hum that felt like acknowledgment. We found the first trail near a dry riverbed. My nose catches a rotting scent as if something died. And someone tried to cover it up with a bottle of perfume. “What is that horrible smell?" I asked as we stopped to shift back into our human self. “Rogue scent. That was the terrible job of a sloppy rogue. He must have been impatient to go out.

Stacey and I joined them on the table. As they saw me the boys smiled like I didn't prank them. "This is your food" Stacey said and pushed a covered bowl to my side of the table. 💭Why is the chicken and waffles in a bowl, shouldn't it be on a flat plate💭 The way the boys were smiling was suspicious though. I opened the bowl cover and I regreted immediately. Limburger cheese popped out of the bowl and onto my face, the smell was awful. The smell was like a thousand of smelly things mixed together, I felt like puking. They began laughing at me

"Veronica Leech once came to my office with a very old book that had several torn pages. While she discussed with me about the contract, I noticed the book and asked her about it because it looked very old and ratty. She simply shrugged me off and said it was a family cooking recipe book that her grandmother had passed on to her. You see, I wasn't convinced but I let it slide anyway" Liam said, running his fingers through his hair. "What was the name of the book?" I asked. "The twin moons" ********

Storm remarked, already making his way towards an empty table. Scarlet's ears burned with embarrassment at his words, and she quickly followed him with determined strides. "What did you just say?! Give me my plate and leave me alone!" She attempted to snatch the plate from Storm's grasp, but he lifted it out of her reach. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her mischievously. "Get it if you can." "Mister Scoville, if you have no one to play with, then find someone else and stop bothering me!" Scarlet retorted, standing on her tiptoes in an effort to reach the food.

The old lady answered shaking her hand. "So what does a young lady like you is looking for? A Steamy hot romance book?" Wiggling her eyebrows, Marcia playfully asked. Scar blushed at her words. "I actually don't know what I'm looking for." "Why dear?" Scar just shrugged her shoulders a little. They talked a little more about random things when Marcia suddenly asked her, "Okay tell me, do you have a boyfriend?" The question was so unexpected that Scar was silent for a moment but maybe her mind wasn't cause it immediately went to a certain black haired man with bluish green eyes.

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?”

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

Scarlet scowled and went back to what she was doing, which was rewriting the Mafia and pack rules which were more than three hundred, Scarlet didn't even know they had rules till she was dragged into this immense room, filled with ancient patterns walls, and design, made her sit and rewrite these godforsaken rules his grandpa had set when he was the leader of the Mafia. She pouted, thinking back to what was supposed to happen. She pressed her knuckles against her chin while her other hand was writing on a plain sheet with ancient a feather and ink, Scarlet didn't know what happened to a pen which was much better and easier to use. So when she heard the word punishment, she was expecting some

I scowled at his rudeness, not caring to stare at the bottoms of his sneakers, thanks, but Liam didn't say anything about it so I let it go. "I found some information which may help." Liam turned, scooping up a thin stack of books he handed to me. I flipped the first one over, the cover made out of some kind of old leather stained red, and squinted down at the writing. The letters seemed to burn as my gaze passed over them and I finally had to hand it off to Sassafras who was snapping his fingers in annoyance at me, gesturing for me to hand it over. More teeth gritting. I wouldn't have any left at this rate. I gave him the book slowly, on purpose, flashing him a smile when his scowl grew dee