Scaramouche Book Novels & Stories

she gestured her hands in the air. "This isn't marriage. It was all a game. You've been played, Camilla," she smirked. "You've been played. Hard. And you've lost. Now if I were you, I would just accept my defeat and walk away with whatever dignity is left in you," she preached, feigning concern even though her voice was dripping with unmistakable sarcasm. I was so close to punching her in the face. I would have already done it if I weren't worried that Ares would throw me out immediately if I did.

A few moments ago, the port had been filled with shouting, crashing bodies, and angry voices. Now there was nothing. My eyes narrowed…The silence wasn't normal. The silence inside the container suddenly felt unnatural. Right then, I suddenly caught another faint and strange scent. It didn't belong to Caleb. It didn't belong to me. And it definitely hadn't been there when we'd entered. My muscles tensed. Caleb had already reached the crates. “Caleb… wait!” He turned. “Something isn't—” A blinding light exploded around us. “Fuck!”

Then he suddenly laughed, and turned to me. "The book is about two silly young masters, who drift apart after falling for the same girl, who is actually their tutor. Can you believe that?" He asked cheerily, and I wondered if he wasn't the same person, who had told me not to disturb a person, who was reading. "It's just like I'm watching a melodrama!" "I can see you both are already bonding. I didn't know you were interested in books, father." Scarlet said, and began to search the floor.

Canus throws some subtle sorcery around us to keep our group from notice, leading us to an empty table in the corner of the mess hall. ‘Find anyone yet?’ he asks barely a second after we sit down. I open my mouth to protest that we’ve only just gotten here, but Scintilla says, ‘Behind you, three tables away. The knit shawl.’ Canus turns to look, and I follow his gaze to see a young woman with limp brown hair, picking half-hearted at a salad as she continues paging through an enormous book. Tome, I should say, since its leather looks like it’s seen at least a couple of centuries.

Ethan's voice sliced through the room as he stormed in, yanking me off her. Weak from the miscarriage, I stumbled back from his shove, crashing into the table. Pain shot through me, and tears blurred my vision. Forcing myself to stand, I pointed at Bella. "She doesn't have hemophilia! She's been lying to you and tossing out my blood—check the trash if you don't believe me!" "Enough, Grace," he snapped, ice-cold and dismissive. "I can't believe you'd stoop this low, accusing Bella like that."

My scream was muffled as he fiddled with my nipple with one hand, sucks and licked my clit while plugging in and out of me. "Ohhhhh my goodness, shit." I cursed as my body shook and I knocked down a few books from his desk. My temperature increased as I feel my orgasm building up and it became more difficult to stay out and to keep my voice down. "Ohhhhh, shit... Ohhhhh, ahhhhhh,fuck, fuck." I screamed as the wave of orgasm hit me, I held onto his hair as my legs shook uncontrollably and my whole body vibrates like I am convulsing.

Even Damien cracked a smile, shaking his head in disbelief. That evening, the penthouse was in chaos. Nico fussed over Elena’s gown, Jessica adjusted Grayson’s tie, Rosa threatened to bring brass knuckles, and Sophie and Rose begged to come along. “No,” Elena said firmly. “School night.” “Please!” Sophie whined. “You can watch a movie with Rosa and Damien instead.” Rose brightened. “Can we watch scary movies?” Damien frowned. “I don’t do cartoons.” “They meant horror,” Rosa corrected, grinning.

Let your destiny pave way for you to to unite. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. . Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. I smile at this.... it was Vivian's selflessness.....she always tried to veil her pains...she never told me anything. Fighting her battles alone. But not after this...no more. Remember, Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. So Sophie knew of Vivian's scar....was she talking about the scar on her face.......no it is too small...plus how did Soph knew that night that the wound will scar.

This was just a normal dinner with a lonely businessman who'd been foolish enough to fall for my scam. In an hour, I'd walk out of here, cash the check, and disappear forever. But with the way he was staring at me right now, it was like Damien Romanov had no intention of letting me walk out at all. Dessert arrived. Some elaborate confection involving gold leaf and raspberry coulis. But I barely tasted it. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to leave. To take the money and run. But silly me stood still. Damien was watching me with those ice-blue eyes, and something about his gaze made it impossible to move. Like a rabbit frozen in the sight of a wolf.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.