Scaramouche Book Novels & Stories

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

the man waved one of his guards over and ordered, “That girl, find out everything about her. Nothing should be left out.” “Yes, Master,” the guard bowed and left. Mr. Marcus narrowed his eyes on Saffron and thundered, “Has the cat got your tongue? Speak!!” Saffron quickly nodded and started to explain, “I– I used to work as a chef at the Clintons and one day, I carelessly broke the Madam’s most treasured plates, so I was fired. I had nowhere else to go, so I returned to the orphanage. There, Madam Graham made an attempt to sell me to her friend so I’d get married to his son and give her grandchildren. I didn’t reject the offer because she promised to send my little brother who had sickle cel

With a scowl, she lunged forward and gave me a hard shove. Caught off guard, I stumbled back and crashed into a massive display cabinet filled with bottles of expensive wines and liquor.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

“Well, literally, the woman led astray. It’s based on Alexander Dumas’s book, La Dame aux Camelias.” I opened the strange book Roxy gave me. It was torn from several places, most of its pages were unrecognizable, it was all tattered and torn but some of its pages were still intact. From the first look of it I can tell it was more than hundred years old. Roxy handled it with care as I can clearly saw how she had tried to bind it. I flipped through the pages. I can’t understand anything as expected. After I turned to the twenty page, I saw a white page stapled with the main page of the book. my first guess was that it was Roxy’s writing.

What they’ve guessed at and what they’ve made up to explain what they can’t see. Scarlett returns and finds me still holding the book. She arches a brow. “Should I get you a tote bag?” I shove the book under my arm and mutter, “We’re buying it.” She beams like she’s just won something. We leave with the book, two more pastries, and a pair of hand-stitched bookmarks made by a woman who insisted her cat is psychic. I don’t ask follow-up questions. Later, back at the inn, I wander past Cerelia and Soren’s room. I hear murmured spellwork and low humming.

His arrogance could not shield him from the truth that his kingdom had been compromised long before tonight. “You disgust me,” he spat, his voice cracking like a whip. “Both of you. I stood at the center, believing I was the storm, but all along you circled me like wolves. You fed on my trust, on my pride. You laughed at me in secret. I will not be made into a fool!” Ava took a step forward, her scent filled the air . Her voice slid like silk, deliberate in its cruelty. “You are not a fool, Damian. You are just late to the truth. You wanted fire, and here it is. Burn.”

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.

' Yes Scarlett, it is a book of spells, written by different warlocks over the years. 'Have you written any? ' My curiosity peaked when she chuckled, picking up the book and beckoning me over to the sofa. 'Yes Scarlett, that is why I was shocked when you succeeded in almost frying Cane up. You broke my own spell without even the tiniest idea of what you were doing...Truth be told I am scared of what you would do with the spells written in here. ' I observed the object in her hands, but my mind went back to the wooden box.

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.