Scaramouche Novelas e Histórias

Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

The executive I meet on a dating app, Eric Cole, convinces me to invest in a supposedly foolproof investment scheme. After weeks of him wearing me down, I invest my entire savings of one million dollars. The next morning, I open the app and find a message saying the server is unavailable. Confused, I assume it's just a system update and immediately text my perfect boyfriend. But the message won't go through. Realizing the investment platform has vanished, I rush to the cybercrime unit to report it. After tracing the IP, the police tell me I've fallen for a classic scam. I'm stunned. Eric and I have even picked out names for our future children! No matter how many chat logs I provide,

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 guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

CHAPTER SIX; Behind Closed Doors, Under the Table Transactions. A Snake—A Traitor. Can be a Friend, or a Lover. You Can Never Let Your Guard Down. — "According to Mr. Brown, this lady here," the head maid pointed at Dalia. Dalia waved her hand to the maids and other personnel that was lining in front of her. She was smiling widely that even her eyes were also smiling. "This will be our new maid. Introduce yourself."

“I…Hello, Professor. I…I am Scarlet Lozenge, and this is my friend, Evangelica Michelangelo.” Scarlet introduced herself and Eva to Dankein Cosh. Eva had been drooling over Dankein and the man saw this through the corner of his eyes but stayed unbothered.

After a while, Caspian said, "Look up." The demonic scorpion slowly straightened up and raised her head, revealing a cold but charming face. Especially the tear mole at the corner of her right eye made her expression inexplicably shocking. "Well, I've thought about it." Caspian nodded. "From now on, your name is Scar." A noise came from the one behind the Gates of Hell. Obviously, the one behind the Gates of Hell was shocked by the name Caspian had given Demon Scorpion. He even expressed his dissatisfaction.

said scar as he continued to stare at the photo in from of him, for some reason, he found himself lost in the picture, he couldn't take his eyes of a young girl in that photo, but then the red hair man spoke out. " That's Olivia Hemsworth, Bernard's mate, rumor has it that he has chosen her as his mate and soon-to-be luna." Scar sneered at the photo and then placed it down on the table. " Do I look so ugly Cyrus? "Asked scar as he picked up the glass of wine on the table to take a sip from it, but Cyrus' reply made him stop halfway. " You are not ugly my lord, but maybe if you make a little adjustment just then you might consider getting yourself a luna and then an heir before we go to war "

“I’m here to save you, mademoiselle! Je suis, Amelia, la magnifique!” “What does that mean?” Scarlett frowns. “It means she’s an idiot who speaks in broken French whenever she’s excited,” Sara groans, rolling her eyes. “Je parle beaucoup français!” Amelia claims. Scarlett has no idea what she’s saying but she giggles. The three of them sprint off to play the Three Musketeers. It’s based on a book but the three girls added their own flair. Amelia takes on the role of Athos, Sara, Porthos, and Scarlett is Aramis.

Scar muttered as he trembled. "You don't have to blame yourself, I was also in this together. We both worked for the enemy, so let's solve this ok" Scarlett went over and hugged him. The hug didn't last for a minute when s hand pulled them aside. "Damien?" Scarlett looked at the man who stood aside and acted as if he is being robbed if his favorite toy. "No hugs!" Damien said with a cold face full of seriousness. "She is obviously my sister, so why can't I hug her?" Scar glared at Damien and felt like he was acting too much.