Scaramouche Novelas e Histórias

Scar called, I walked towards him, he was standing by a Red car. I frowned. “Why red?,” I asked, he shrugged and gave me a smirk. “She is the car truck,” “Let me see her,” Scar opened the car truck, Camille was in there trying it out, she looked scared, she flinched when the sun hit her face. Her screams were muffled by the duck tape on lip. “See…,” he said, as he licked his lip. Pervert. “She is such a pretty thing too bad I can't touch her,” he said, I rolled my eyes.

Then across the ballroom. Always moving. Always watching. I sent another photograph to Ruelle. Grace: He's in several pictures. Her response came quickly. Ruelle: I see him. Grace: That's creepy, right? Ruelle: Extremely. Grace: Thank you. Ruelle: Don't thank me yet. I frowned. Grace: Why? Ruelle: I'm trying to remember where I've seen him. I put the phone down and paced across my bedroom. The mansion suddenly felt too quiet.

A large man stepped down from the cabin, followed by several others. He looked like a rogue. His clothes were dark, his expression aggressive, and the men behind him looked just as rough. He glared at the guards. “What the fuck do you think I'm doing here?” The guard didn't move. “State your business.” The rogue scoffed. “I'm obviously here for the trade.” “The trade begins at eight.” “And?” The man's voice rose. “I'm here early so I can get enough of the serum I need. Is that a fucking crime?”

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.

Remi burst out from laughter. "Hoo? You still making fun of her?" Scarlet came out of nowhere and approached Remi to see what was going on. "Butt out of my business four-eyes." The usual, Remi still gets annoyed when Scarlet is around because she knew she couldn't beat Scarlet in mind tricks. Scarlet looked like a Hermione Granger from Harry Potter today and she is feeling fabulous in her outfit. "These glasses suit me right?" Scarlet asked while she twirls her hair around. "No. You look like a nerd."Remi said with no emotions at all.

Making Sophie to smirk at her plan ,which that day hence laid the first crack into their friendship which formed a crevice. The very crevice in which Sophie is still stuck. Trying to fill it and correct the mistakes she once did. Trying to mend their broken friendship. And most importantly being a cupid to the very hearts. Which were broken by her . .................................................. Roman stands outside the shabby slum along with few papers in his hands. Face covered in a look of disgust as he tries to block the sewerage stink coming from the place. He places a handkerchief around his hand,vary of touching anything that is dirty.

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

"A woman. Interesting." Gabrielle nodded. "She is Scarlett O'Dean. A perfumer. Working on a project with me." "Oh, that's interesting." Philip stretched his hand to Scar. "Philip Robinson." Scar took his hand "Nice meeting you, Mr. Robinson." He dropped a short kiss on the back of her hand. "The pleasure is all mine." His way of speaking said that he was a noble gentleman and Scar kind of like the man. Philip once again concentrated on Gabrielle. "May I know about the project?"

Scar asked, pulling out her pouty puppy dog eye face. Nat stretched out her hands pinching Scar's cheeks, "How cute, you have my permission." Scar slapped Nat's hands away, "Ouch, stop pinching me." she whined rubbing her cheeks. "I couldn't resist, your cheeks are so cute." Nat cooed, earning a glare from Scar. She took a cupcake and sat on top of the table, "So, how was your day? And how are things with your mysterious friend?" "My day was good and my mysterious friend is alright." She blushed at the last sentence.

a guest toasted, prompting cheers. Scarlett’s stomach churned. She stormed forward, the sound of her heels lost beneath the music. Gasps rippled through the crowd as she grabbed a champagne flute off a passing tray, and hurled it at Liam’s face, but she missed and it instead landed on his foot. The glass shattered, a sharp, satisfying crack against the polished floor. The hall was covered with a deafening silence, then Liam slowly smirked, his smirk widening by the second. “Ah. And here she is.”