Scaramouche Novels & Stories

“Little things like this don't matter to the Alpha. Now where were we? Horse riding right? If you don't like that, how about a romantic evening?” “Ouuuu.” Sabrina and Alice whistled simultaneously. “Just picture the most romantic atmosphere.” Oliver sighed. “Just you and me, string fairy lights under the moon's gaze. We would talk for hours, steal a couple of kisses in between…” A loud screech filled the room as Xander got up from his seat. He'd pushed the chair back with so much force, I was stumped at how it hadn't snapped on his fingers. With just one menacing glance at all of us, he stormed out of the dining room.

someone else chimed in. Leon casually took out a business card and handed it to Mason. "Let's stay in touch. I'll leave with Estie now." Mason nodded and walked with us to the elevator. Behind us, Tristan's mocking voice carried over. "Fiancé? You almost tricked me, Esther. Who else would want you except me? "Don't think you can just find some guy to act with you and force me into marriage! I'm telling you, Esther Wilder, I don't want to get married. Your little games won't work on me."

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

Scot just wants to die and go to her. ……….. Scot placed a bouquet of white roses on Zoe's tombstone and looked at the picture of her. That picture was taken by him. "That's ugly, why can't you take a beautiful picture Scot?" Zoe threw her scarf at him and yelled. Scot laughed seeing her angry face. "That's not my fault. It was just because you're ugly!" Wanting to tease her even more he said. Then she looked at him for a while and made a snowball before throwing it at him with fury. Scot couldn't help but laugh seeing how cute she was.

My voice trembled as my eyes darted everywhere, searching my fading memories. My childhood… Was it slipping away from me? “I’ve met Damien before?” I whispered, halting in shock. “How do you even know this? And why are you acting so… human? You’re supposed to be my wolf—” “Are you accusing me because of Damien now?” Scar snapped “How else do you want me to behave, Scarlet? Dumb?” “Silence!” I barked. She went quiet instantly, though my chest heaved as my body betrayed me—heat pulsing low between my thighs, my heart racing faster.

Holding a bottle of champagne in her hand, Scarlett danced on the floor, swaying her hips on symphony. “Finally, Stacy is out of the picture!” She cheered loudly. “That wench dared to disrespect me.” Despite the lively atmosphere, the scarred man sat calmly on the sofa, his attention focused on the laptop screen. Overwhelmed with glee, Scarlett didn’t mind his behavior and spoke excitedly. “All thanks to your help, I was able to get rid of that lowly rogue wolf. I have no regrets marrying Jessica to Damon.” Scarlett raised the bottle to her lips and gulped down the champagne at a record speed. She shook her head and growled.

She didn’t know whether to scream or faint. The director’s face twisted in anger and humiliation. “B-But Liora scored 910...” “Incorrect,” the courier cut in. “That must be an error....that doesn't look like the correct list. The correct score belongs to Scarlet. The Lycan himself has made gained special interest in the top scorer, Scarlet and he says he could recognise her now, is that funny?"

I saw him drop to his knees on the flooded pavement through the rearview mirror. I lit a cigarette. Manipulation was Scarpa's greatest skill. But I was immune to it now. His love was cheap and selfish. And I, Viviana Romano, want nothing of it.

Scar wished her car could fly as she drove through the night. Her light caught the lone figure standing by the road side. She drove to a halt and wind down her window glass. “Summer” She called. The figure looked up,her eyes cold. She walked closer. “You are my new master” She asked. “Master” Scar scoffed. “Get in the car let's go home” Summer got into the car still cautious. “What should I do for you” She asked coldly, “Well you can just sit down and enjoy the ride”

Jasper The scent of gardenias and Scarlet’s expensive perfume was making my head ache. I stood on the dais of the Great Hall, my hand resting on the small of Scarlet’s back. She looked perfect. Her gown was ivory lace, her hair was a masterpiece of coppery red curls, and the mark I’d carved into her neck just days ago was a proud, fresh shiny red scar. This was what I’d wanted. A respected, powerful, dignified woman. A mate who didn't smell of lightning and rain. Not the village freak, the daughter of a condemned and executed witch.