Scaramouche Book Novels & Stories

I said through gritted teeth. "Cut ties?" Genevieve let out a cold laugh. She walked over to a safe, opened it, and took out a fine wooden box and a yellowed, worn-out book of sheet music. The moment I saw the music, my breath caught in my throat. It was the Chopin book my mother had left me, filled with her handwritten notes from when she taught me to play. It was the most precious thing she had left me in this world. "Alessia, what do you think would happen if I sold off this jewelry, and then threw this trash into the fireplace and watched it turn to ash…" Genevieve's fingers traced the cover of the book, her eyes glinting with malice.

"Do you two have the goods?" "Yup." Ludovica giggled, removing a tiny golden book the size of a perfectly baked mini cracker from her pocket but immediately she gripped it, it was surrounded by a bright golden glow and enlarged into a larger normal size book. "The seer's Grimoire." Tiana wowed and slowly collected the book from Ludovica. "Now all we have to do is kidnap the possessive Alpha king's mate." Francesco muttered then laughed. "One of us might get killed doing this."

“You’ve got a smart tongue, rabbit. Shame it won’t save you.” I swallowed, forcing myself not to flinch. “Better a smart tongue than an empty head.” The courtyard went still. And for a moment, nobody moved, then Rowan’s laughter broke the silence, low and cruel. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Or maybe you do, and you just don’t care about living.” He was so close now I could see the faint scar running along his jaw, the heat of his body rolling over me. He smelled like wild earth and smoke; my pulse hammered in my throat.

Nothing gave away the identity. My fingers hovered over the spine, then unsuccessfully I tried to read it but I could read one word. ‘Rogue’ My hand froze. Rogues? The memory of those rogues in the ruins flashed in my mind. Was this book about rogues? Who were they? Why were they… Then suddenly a voice came like smoke against my ear. “You like touching things that don’t belong to you?” I gasped, spine stiffening, heart leaping into my throat. His scent hit me first—stormy, rich, dangerous.

He looked like he might kiss me any second, and I didn’t know if I should be terrified or flattered. Instead, he wiped a spot on my shirt. “You got some puke on you.” Disappointment flooded me. Maybe a large part of me wanted to know what a kiss from Alec King would feel like. He crouched, and my drunk brain thought about fifty shades of sexual things he could do from that position. The alcohol was bringing out the reckless, horny part of me. He grabbed my foot, his rough hands a stark contrast to my skin. “You’re not drunk?” he asked. “Then how come you didn’t notice your leg is cut and bleeding?”

In the case of some, who were far better off than the rest and not able to do it, would avail services of the craftsmen in the market. Once the two ladies of the house had woken up from an afternoon nap, the head matron handed the invitation to the mistress of the house, Lady Margaret. Upon seeing the familiar scented paper with rose sigil on the center part, the old lady already knew what was inside. And she was not bit wrong about it. Breaking the hardened rose sigil gluing the scented paper’s tip to the center part of the paper, she unfolded it and confirmed her guess. Just then, Lady Francesca had made her appearance from upstairs. She was currently descending the long and wide Georgian

"I need to see you!" "I'm busy. I need to sketch this. When I'm through, I'd come to you." Scott replied from afar. That angered Salome the more. She walked into the class and snatched the book and pencil he was using. She scoffed at the drawing in the book. He was sketching a ball gown and a sexy looking Bra. "Bra designer, I need to see you." She spoke again and this time, Scott breathed in and out before he finally agreed to see her.

His parents must really be soaked in riches. I glanced around everything, things were thrown around clusters. I guess he's too lazy to take care of his room. I stopped seeing a oddly big book on one of the decorated tables. I walked towards it staring at the name. Big Book Of Pranks. Reece have got to be kidding me, so he actually has one of these. This guy is really crazy. I opened it and saw different lists written down in it. I skipped to the last page and saw the book was filled with his handwriting. He really has the time to do all this.

****************************************************************** Elena took another journey through another path she saw but somehow she ended up in a more district face, and she became alarmed. She can’t possibly get lost when no one knows that she went out alone, and when she is all alone in a very lonely street in Paris. Elena stood still looking as far as her eyes could see and praying deeply inside her that she was wrong about her fears, and that she would find herself at the spot she needs to be in as soon as she turned, but it never happened because no matter how many times she went round the bend, she found herself in an even more surprisingly scary environment than the one before.

Kathrena wondered aloud, her fingers stroking the worn edge of the book. “It’s a Book of Shadows,” I said, gently moving my hand past Kath’s and opening it to the first page. Like the newspapers, it smelt old, but it had a herby scent rather than one of cigarettes and coffee. “A what?” Skye asked, cocking his head to one side as he examined it. “Of course,” Kathrena breathed. “Witches.” “You know about them?” I frowned.