Scaramouche Novelas e Histórias

He couldn’t help but feel disgusted in himself for wanting the same lady who his aim was to deal with her and nothing more. He watched her dance seductively with little to no smile on her face, and yet she looked so beautiful and so fucking irresistible that it hurts to even think about. He was meeting with Mr. Ferrari and Fields who were strong forces in the mafia world and he needed them to team up with his group. He didn’t trust Mr. Ferrari and his people, but to him, it was safer to keep the enemies close to him, and right under his watch, and everything was going well until she walked through that door.

With a single shake of his head, he left the office for his own, determined to dig it out of Christian. Christian poured himself a glass of The Dalmore Constellation 1964 scotch. He chugged the expensive liquid in one gulp. He merely blinked as it burned his throat, he placed the glass on the cabinet. His thoughts drifted yet again to the girl, he cussed himself for not asking her name. He had no idea about where she lived, he didn't get her phone number either.

Scar responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "What do you want?" Len asked, her patience wearing thin. "I just want to enjoy your delightful company," Scar smirked, fully aware that his words would irritate her to no end. "You're just so...ugh!" Len clenched her teeth and balled her hands into fists until her knuckles turned pale. Scar, the sadistic soul that he was, reveled in the spectacle while savoring the taste of wine in his hand. "Are you afraid of me?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow and approaching her with a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

"So you're not going to tell me what happened at your mansion?" Scarlette asked Gabriel halfway to the French Quarter in his Camero, "OUR mansion luv" She frowned at him not understanding what that had to do with the price of eggs so continued to stare at him until he answered her question.

A thought crossed Scarlet's mind, and she mustered up the courage to ask. "Cass, is there any chance you could bring me back something more than cake? Maybe a small souvenir or a postcard? Something that would make me feel like I was there with you?" Cass smiled, touched by her sister's request. "Of course, Scar. I promise I'll bring you back something special. You'll have a piece of France right here with you." Scarlet's eyes sparkled with gratitude, and she enveloped Cass in another tight hug. "Thank you, Cass. Please have fun, I mean it. Leave the responsible you at home go out and hook up with a French man. Just do that for me uh"

“Smack!” The maid was stunned into oblivion after she got smacked in the face by the quiet Saffron. Even the chauffeur was shocked. How could a young girl like Saffron slap someone older than her? Even though she might be the new madam, she still doesn’t have the right! The chauffer thought.

My mother and my sister, along with Michel, Scarlet's boyfriend, formed a small gang that scammed men out of their money. The most common of these scams was when Scarlet pretended to be a prostitute, luring these men to remote places where Michel would show up armed and take everything he could get from these fools. It might not seem like it, but Michel was very jealous. He always showed up at the agreed place before any of the idiots had time to get their hands on Scarlet. Sometimes they just drugged these men with prescription drugs my mother had access to through the friendships she'd made at the town hospital, when she worked there.

Scar sits up, realizing her trick failed, she starts bargaining, “Give me a good reason why I have to do it.” “You are giving him two billion dollars, and you don’t even want a thank you from him?” Silco answers with a question. “Nope, I’m THAT generous,” Scar fakes a smile. Silco laughs at her capricious tantrum, teasing: “Well, I’m not. I want my money spent with the beneficiary acknowledging it.” “I’ll acknowledge it!” Scar pleas, “You are doing this for me, no?” “Okay,” Silco complies with her plea, smirking: “So you are saying, it’s YOU who wants to save Sebastian Knight, not me?”

Directly to the white blouse of Cassandra. Gasps everywhere. "Oh, fuck," Natalie thought, not even faking it. "Guess I'm clumsy too." The whole place went silent. Cassandra stood still with open eyes and a dripping chest. "You bitch!" she screamed. "Watch your mouth," Natalie said, like nothing at all. "It's just a drink. You ought to have a shower before you begin to reek of cheap perfume and desperation. I swear, I almost laughed. Cassandra was on the point of bursting out.

Blanca tilted her glass slightly, watching the deep red wine swirl inside like it held answers. Across from her, Scarlet sat with one leg crossed over the other, the invitation card resting between her fingers. The gold edges caught the light, gleaming with quiet arrogance. “Lorenzo is really doing everything to make Bruno his,” Scarlet said, her lips curving faintly as she tapped the card against her palm. Blanca took a slow sip. Unbothered. “Of course he is,” she replied, setting the glass down with precision. “A man like him doesn’t know how to lose without turning it into a performance.”